"What worry holds you back?"

As you lie under the sun,
       And consider life,
              What do you feel?
       What emotions torment you?

What worries keep your feet
       Constantly traveling
              -- Constantly wandering,
       Never stopping to rest --
              In a direction that keeps you separate
       From anyone else?

Why do you run from Love,
       Dear child?
              What beast has Love become
       That it would trouble your wearied soul?

What feelings keep you apart
              From that which could serve
       To free that troubled, wearied soul?
              Or what feelings are lacking?
                     What worry holds you back?

Speak it plainly, dear child,
       That those with ears might hear.
And consider it thoughtfully,
       That your gentle heart
              Might find its own answer.

For what good is it to speak the truth,
       If you cannot know it yourself?
What good is it to know the answer to the question
       If you cannot find the reason behind the question itself?

So reflect upon a question --
       Reflect upon a life
              -- And spend time to find yourself,
       And the beauty which makes you who you are,
              And look past the self-decaying thoughts
                     Of worry and doubt, to see that beauty.

                            And set yourself free.