The Way

The way is laid bear,

Ready with challenge.

Barriers overcome propelling us,

Grasping toward things

We'dn't dare dream.

Our hopes suffer asphyxiation.

They, fallen victim to fear, fight.

Verve, the mettle which endures them,

We find with reckless abandon.

Joy, a faint echo 'midst a suffered landscape,

We chase toward every precipice.

Hesitating, halted by inhibition,

There, we struggle with ourselves.

Courage, failing our intents,

Leaves emptiness we've not known.

Annihilation, utter and complete,

Compels fervent desperation,

Inspiring our valor.

And valorous we are.

We, youthful sinewy races,

Surging atop shoulders of giants,

Reach ever more magnanimous means.

Hands that offer help,

Arms that extend open,

Ideas that bound tenaciously,

We resolve, persist, and rise.

Photo Credit: Briana Orr

An Invitation

Sometimes I get tired,

Tired of my guilt built from regret,

Tired of my fear fed by doubt,

Tired of my loneliness levied with isolation,

Tired of not being here,

Right here, right now, this moment,

I'm tired of missing this,

This instant between my faults unpaid and my futures unmade,

This place where I can soar through skies across worlds I've never seen,

Roar with oceans that crash on meanings of my dreams,

And stand among mountains ageless in their being,

This point of special consecration,

This wondrous meaning and significance of revelation,

But... it is so hard

To muster my strength,

To cluster my courage,

To leave what's been behind me,

To let what will unfright me,

To grant myself grace,

To behold beauty,

To find serenity,

Yet sometimes I am;

I am forging armor made of freedom;

I am blazing trails through my potential;

I am voicing truth from silent words;

I am applauding passion with my tears;

I am loving without hesitation;

I am here.

Come join me.