Adventure

Adventure.
Most use the word in a positive light,
free from fright.
Awhile back it used to sit with me okay
then there was a period where I said, no way.
Lo, as I move into the middle of my life,
an adventure, maybe small, seems alright.
But is this big adventure I am embarking on too big?
Will it swallow me up or will it grow me a fig?
A fig from which I can make a batter that
puts a halt to ancient patterns.
I'm leaning towards the latter,
despite my unease
about the word adventure-
Perhaps, with time, sure, I can let it
appease.
Because in the end, it's just a word,
an idea, a thing-
I'll grow as I will, holding my
fig.