some days we find the space between our could be and our is –
a minefield of failed expectation-
enticing yet much too dangerous to cross.
the most difficult part lies in the un-knowing.
so instead of stepping out in faith,
we stand safe behind our fence of doubt –
imagine the freedom that must come with the passing.
today i stood –
once again –
on that path to unbecoming.
understanding the potential contained within that first step –
to disallow the author of regret to write another page in the book of me.
i thought about the lines –
monologue of disengage –
rehearsed a thousand times upon an empty stage.
irrelevant the absence of audience.
the words intentional.
agenda revealed.
this time –
one final curtain call.
and as i pushed with defiant deliberation upon the gate –
i felt the rush of emancipation.
no longer held captive by chains of indecision.
casting off the weight of can’t –
i traded could-be with can.
feelings of doubt exchanged without reluctance for the comfort of peace.
some days – we find exception to the rule of exist.
some days –
grace…
standing too close to the edge 