sometimes,
when the world is wrapped in night,
we pause –
breathe deep the comfort of quiet –
think about the could have been –
the should have been;
even contemplate the why not.
it’s in those times we find accommodation to the greatest options.
while possibly camouflaged in shades of speculation,
we own autonomy over indecision.
sometimes,
when we find ourselves alone,
we pause –
commiserate with our hurt,
hold hands with our pain.
feel justified in wearing our shroud of sorrow.
after all,
no one else could ever understand –
this water of fear much too deep,
much too wide –
for anyone to ever swim across; to survive.
sometimes,
wrapped up inside our feelings of reluctance,
we simply cannot see the purpose –
comprehend the reason for our struggle.
and as we grasp at threads of reason much too weak to hold our trembling hands,
we feel the battle lost –
surrender –
become,
undone…
sometimes,
we pray…
perhaps that is when we truly find our strength –
rather,
realize our potential.
with everything considered necessary – stripped away;
fear and anger,
pain and sorrow,
what we thought mattered and even cherished.
when completely emptied of all we desire –
at that moment to find we’ve been given all we require.
standing too close to the edge 