Bearing my igloo

Out of my mouth came an unknown word,
from somewhere above; it could only be heard
by the bearer of self.

Creeping up out of my chest
were slithery scales moving towards my breath.
It scraped the inside of the ice cold walls
leaving shavings behind to show power and control.
Immense pain I felt to release this burden
although it was given without any permission.

Aggravating my inner self
I began the process of releasing what will eventually help.
I can endure the pain as it continues to scrape
what was so faithfully built
for my own personal sake.

Rising to the surface
leaving residue behind,
doubt overwhelms
finding a deep place to preside.
Feeling a slight warmth
knowing there is strength
understanding the great truth
to name is to give way.

I release it from my lips as the pressure begins to ware
It becomes more clear and visible to see
that the burden was no one other than me.
"Forgive myself" were the words that were spoken
Learn to love even when in pain
for if God can forgive, so you also may

Emboldened by tea

Just a moment ago, while sipping my Tazo- wild sweet orange tea I looked up at the mug that sat in front of me and it read, "You can do it!".

What exactly can I do? It's interesting to think that at this moment when I am struggling with so many thoughts of growth and goals of reaching greater achievements, a mug is telling me I can do it. How do you know? What else can you tell me of my capabilities? In a way this mug actually encouraged me to continue in my pursuits, and unbeknownst to the creator of this ingenious mug, his artwork and seemingly unoriginal title helped someone.

Maybe I should go into the business of creating mugs with cheesy, and yet encouraging titles.