AND THE WATER CLIMBED HER LEGS UNTIL SHE GAVE BIRTH TO WAVES

AND THE WATER CLIMBED HER LEGS UNTIL SHE GAVE BIRTH TO WAVES

AND THE WATER CLIMBED HER LEGS UNTIL SHE GAVE BIRTH TO WAVES

A woman alone at home walks through her kitchen in the late

morning. Every time she walks past the closet next to the sink, she

shudders. She is afraid.

She is afraid she will not be able to pass the closet without opening

the door, reaching up behind the flour and sugar sacks and grabbing

frantically for the well-hidden bottle of vodka.

In this moment, no one else will know if she takes a drink. But she

knows too well that she will know. And she shudders at the prospect

of that sadness.

She has purposely not moved the bottle since she made a vow not to

take another drink. She knows she is living as an alcoholic. She does

not want to die an alcoholic. She does not want that for her legacy.

She shuts her eyes and sees herself again as a young woman. She

is standing at the ocean’s edge. She lifts her skirt and walks out into

the water. She feels the water climb her legs until she gives birth to

waves, of courage.

She continues past the closet. She doesn’t reach for the bottle. She

has found the courage without anyone else around to witness her

courage. She smiles now in self-testimony to her bravery.

All true heroism happens on a private stage. All fear and courage is a

matter between our lesser and our better self.

Our fears only have the power we give them.

In each of us is a place where we are better than our fears.

Fears and courage are tidal waves that wash in and out of all our

lives.

- Noah benShea

Copyright 2019

Noah benShea is available for speaking engagements, corporate events, and conferences in the U.S and internationally. Please contact: noah@noahbenshea.com

Henry Rosas