National Poetry Day

To honor this holiday in flagrant, self-aggrandizing fashion, I am sharing a poem I wrote in 2004. Enjoy, or not, it's entirely up to you. 

Fearless 101

Embrace your darkest fear,

Invite her in for tea.

Look into those hideous eyes,

So bleak, so cold, so near.

Don't leave him lurking on the horizon,

That future imagining so real.

Examine your nightmare in the light of day!

You'll find it's your shoulder that he cries on.

Don't soften to her tearful pleas!

Ignore the lies he speaks!

Nurture your inner warrior with love.

Confront the pain, it's confidence that frees.

If I'm going to be fearless, I might as well plunge into something. If you're still with me, join me for just a little more poetry. This one is from 2005.

Feathered Things Fly

How bitter it is

To consider

That I may never love again.

Fully half of my life

Still lies ahead,

Freed from limbo

With this step I begin.

I'll walk this path alone

I know,

For a time

While I heal and learn.

There is hope inside my heart this night,

Taught by pleasure and pain

I have grown.

If giving completely without reserve

Shall result

In rewards I could earn,

I would choose without hesitation,

That your love

To me

Will be returned.