To do a thing

that is beyond reason
that calls you forward
with no hope of fruition
that seeks to destroy you
even as your heart believes you will flourish

that defies logic
that sinks into the
spongey darkness
of the human heart
as you seek your ultimate

that can mean ruin
or joy unbound
dependent upon touching
the seething crevices
of undulating uncertainty

Race forward lovely one
your weeping wounds
shall only crust
in the light of unfettered
trust

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  • EMT57

    I read this the other day and keep coming back to it. It really describes where I am right now. Thanks for sharing it.