I Scare People.
Are you intimidating, or were they intimidated? A prose poem for the powerful woman.
I scare people. Though not like a ghost or a bully. I scare people with my competency, and a power that breathes in me like an ancient wood awake with life. I scare people because they are small.
I scare people because they believe my success means their failure (it doesn’t). I scare them with my boundaries – come no closer with your polluted mind, I say silently.
I scare people because although I say very little at times, they sense what I don’t say. And when they do step too far, most of them flee. Not because I am actually a dragon, but because they are cowards. They flee my honesty and having to face themselves for their vacuousness.
Once, I shrieked with anger and truth and disbelief at others. But now I do not give them the benefit of seeing the witch in me.
The woman who sees the world through clear eyes, who doesn’t concern herself with the circus and its actors. She who convenes with masters and asks for what she wants. Words like selfish, too much, intimidating, sharp, do not scare me. Words like loner, outcast, freak, weirdo, do not scare me either.
I scare people and so they point their arrows in my direction. They hope that by injuring me, maybe they won’t feel so afraid of me anymore. Maybe they won’t feel so afraid of life anymore.
But to the people that I don’t scare - good, solid people like shade trees - to these people I am remarkable. A true friend and someone who is happy to stand in my light and theirs. I weep knowing there are people who see me for who I truly am.
They give me room to stretch my limbs and feel free, and in return, they have my big heart that the people I scare can’t see.
Anthea xx
Let me know how this resonates with you, powerful soul💌