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.