[361] The Burning Courage

My scattered self
picks up pieces from everyone around
in hopes to form a whole
I hold a handful of childhood dreams
fading from my memory
Glimpses of a smile
that i failed to bring in reality
How do i become whole
when my adamantine fear
drives me to static safety
How do i break through the other side
when I can’t seem to take the leap of faith

Jump, fall, rise, walk
Reach, summit, eyes open
Look inside, follow bliss
It’s all there in the past
Find it in the lost and found

32 thoughts on “[361] The Burning Courage

  1. It’s pretty early and I’m at work. Reading this piece has set the tone of my day because I love ready beautiful creativity. A very creative way to express what so many feel.

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