Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Tonight I write


Aug 11, 2010

Tonight I write without purpose but instead to fill a page.
Because I am confused and without feeling or understanding thereof.
I am afraid to step forward and find myself clinging to what's behind,
or perhaps what should be behind me,
while looking towards a bright and blinding future.

Blinded by opportunity and wary of the steps ahead,
because I am unsure if my gate is steady enough
or my stride is strong enough to take these leaps.

So tonight I write without purpose,
because it is not love,
it is not loss,
it is not the intangible which petrifies me,
it is hope
and of that I am unsure of how I best address
 the ominous presence of something tremendous
found entirely within.

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