Guts

Somewhere there exists a place where my world can meet with what’s in my mind.  Everything I dream, fantasize, wish for, can find its feet in a solid world.  Instead of wandering through life with my eyes closed, I can see my thoughts played out before me in a grand demonstration of what could be.  

Sharing

Bewildered, she clutches her prize close to her chest.  Like a three year old unwilling to share, she wishes to be the sole owner of such a gift.  To some, sharing never comes easy.  Value seems to fade away when resting in the hands of another.  Somehow tainted, it becomes a mere object in place of a treasure.  To her, worth comes in the form of possession.  By passing the gift into the hands of another she destroys what makes the entity so powerful to begin with.  The moment it leaves her grasp, her heart deadens to its existence and she vows never to hold it near again.  

Bungee Jumping

Toes on the edge,

Peering over, the ground seems miles away

My heart quickens, my breath weakens,

I leap, eyes wide open to the possibilities

There is always the chance of failure

Of doom, ending, slamming into the rapidly approaching land

It’s the rush of maybe that makes it all exhilarating

To fall knowing that you may not fly is freeing

I plunge into a cloud of oblivion