The castle of fear

Get up, just rise!

If you stop to create a person, place or thing,

on the edge of something less formless

on the brink of substance

then why undermine the mind

and the ageless wings of wonder

to stoop for the words of another one 

to perhaps describe your descriptions

Could the past ever describe your future, your present?

Could your soul be bound by the beauty of yester years? 

It could, and most likely is,

the pain of all the perhaps

stop you from what could be

and you never ever ever ever risk 

the fragile, and free heartbeat.

Speak tenderly on the wind

draw out these moments

so where your blink can take ages

and ages to read a page

the slow timeless travel from A to B 

from your hands to your feet

as you realize that she was looking at you.

Knowing all your past failures,

yet nothing she knows about,

all she knows is hope 

the dream of something,

something exciting and bold!

You hang your head, 

the thoughts the what-ifs!

Could you communicate your worries, your fears?

What faith could she have in you then...

So cross your heart

unfold your hands

and face her future,

to create yours

and enjoy her as her man.

Author's Note

Tumblr photo right belong to #Henry E. Gilpin

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Those words were an amazing flow of courage! Much Enjoyed!
I really loved all the thoughts, questions and ponderings that were woven into the weave of ink.

Aaron