Do You Dare?

Edy Nathan
2 min readJan 25, 2021
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During this time of COVID there’s been time to think, to remember things forgotten, to remember what used to soothe and calm the inner turmoil, or sense of isolation not from a pandemic, rather from a journey into fear and finding resilience, and tapping into meeting unexpected allies which ultimately turned into superpowers. We all have them, you know, the superpowers, you don’t have to be superman or superwoman to have them — and this is a time, right now, where our superpowers are being challenged, dabble in the creative flow of poetry and prose. Do You Dare?

Do You Dare?

In a daring kinda mood?

Brene brown says dare to lead,

Is it also dare to be me?

Who is me in the dare to be?

Do you dare to express as a way to press on?

Do you dare to speak the truth, even when its rude and comes out crude, in an unrehearsed kinda way?

Do you ever strike, hit to hurt, the one who hurt you?

And when you do, how do you do

it?

With daring and duty, with pulsing pride, with creative calling out,

Or do you dare to keep it inside, and hide the worst part of you as it dances with the

Best parts of you?

Does daring silence cure the pain when doing the dare to be me dance?

Shadows of silence, become the work of the shadow, hiding behind, almost imperceptible,

Taunting, teasing, needing a break from being broken and seeing others brokenness.

Do you dare to show the break up inside, the tumult, the yearning, the grief.

Grief meets shadow — shadow bows, curious,

engage?

Oh no, the dare to be me, is in flight, and must flee

Shadow,

Asks

Do you dare to see me? Be you with me? Tangle with my darkness?

The dance to be me, dares to dance with the shadowy figures, lurking beneath the …

Infinite quiet,

Luring you into its cave-like structure, darkness, with not a promise of light,

A dare to find light, a dare to engage with the infinite warrior who lives within

Without steel armor, or knives or swords or guns -

The infinite warrior exhumes fear, feral cries, to tap into its power

Engage?

Shadow, stands,

Asks

Dare to see

Dare to be

If so,

Don’t flee

Dare to be.

In grief.

Working on beats — dare to —

My gut is to open before the cold open -

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Edy Nathan

Author of “It’s Grief: The Dance of Self-Discovery Through Trauma and Loss” | Blogger for Psychology Today, Thrive Health | Psychotherapist | amzn.to/30vkR2W📕