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OVER THE HORIZON by Ruth Calder Murphy


As with so many poems, this one is the reflection of a flash of realization…


Not a realization that fear holds me back, but the realization that I can choose to step beyond fear. It’s a simple realization, really - the old truth that we only live fully when we leave our comfort zones... And yet, it presented itself in this new way: 

“Everything worth having lies on the other side of fear”. 

It’s not that there’s no more fear, but that fear is, in many ways, like a horizon - a line that can be crossed.

As with all horizons, when it is crossed, a new one forms. This is a good thing - to keep on travelling, pushing forward. Not to stop because we’ve crossed a line, but to feel the achievement, recover and replenish... Then, aim for the next.

Every so often, the horizon disappears because, in our running for it, we suddenly realize that we’re flying and the world spreads out beneath us, limitless... And that is when we glimpse the potential of life beyond fear. Mostly, though, we run - or walk, or crawl - but the exhilaration is the same when we are able to look back and see how far we’ve come.

Art by Caras Ionut
Sail Away

It calls me -
Something Wonderful,
Something Divine...
The Everything
that pulls at my heart and
hangs,
ripe and golden in the spaces
between thoughts...
It calls
from across the line,
over the horizon,
beyond Fear.
Bold and free,
a new Me,
I step,
strong -
the bars breaking
that were holding,
restraining -
and so I fly.
Way up high,
the horizon expands -
no more lines,
no more limits -
becoming oceans
and verdant lands,
mountains and valleys,
green forests
and golden sands.
Everything that calls my name
is here -
across the line,
over the horizon,
beyond fear.
Sail Away painting by Ruth Calder Murphy

Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of one published novel, “The Scream,” several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website here, or on her Facebook page. Her latest book is available on Amazon here, and here


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