Another day to rise and
begin again. The weights of when, and what if, and why
carried like crosses down a martyr’s lane.
Do not forget the glory of the world evolves
endlessly, that the storied skies are snapshots of
flight: stunning and inevitable in their transformation.
Grab a sword with which to strike out for new
horizons! Do not allow
indecision to prevent the swing of the arm.
Justified the bold stroke would be, to
kill the ones who snip our wings.
Lament the holding cages
masterly crafted by our own hands —
No suffering of the mind occurs without consent.
Oh, to embrace the elevated
possibilities of ourselves! To be
queens and kings of fabled lands!
Reality is an uneasy and treacherous journey;
Stupid, if perceived without hope –
Tepid, if taken without imagination –
Unless you traverse the wild and uncharted paths,
view the stories of old to give
weathered monuments and this present hour a
xyster to scrape the old bone – carving
your painful and magnificent ascent to the
zenith of your unbound rising.
About the Creator
Brooke Farrar
Inspired by Lemony Snicket, who kindled a flame in my childish mind, and I am constantly in awe of Douglas Adams' ability to gather seemingly ordinary words into a confusing bouquet of inspiration and hilarity.
Comments (1)
Brooke, this flowed very well. Well done!