those things

Those things that block us,

you know them well,

intimately even.

Fear they are, hiding so deep,

we no longer know they are there,

controlling,

blocking,

hurting us.

Everyone else sees it,

taking over our life,

but we wonder why.

Why doesn't something happen/

Why am i the way i am?

The "whys" we ask are a great barometer of the presence of that fear.

It is us that stops us.

Then,
every so often,
some one or two come into the life and bring the joy and happiness
that have been missing in your life because of the paralysis we have.
They have not taken away the fear,
but rather brought to you the joy that the fear blocked.
Oh, the fear is still there,
but the consequences are gone
and life continues.