The Risk (for Sunday Scribblings)

Take me

Come on

Don’t be afraid

Or one day

You’ll regret

When it’s all too late

Don’t take half-measures

But throw yourself all in

With a leap of faith

Great adventures begin

Breaking

I’m not gracefully blossoming

Not softly mellowing

Nor transforming

Or improving

I’m breaking open

With loud cracking noises

Spilling blood and tears

Stripping away

Layers upon layers

Of masks and veneers

Through the dust and rubble

I recognise your face

We finally meet

In this imperfectly beautiful place

Shadow Play

Dancing they are

Those shadows in the night

Showing their faces briefly

Before disappearing into the light

Mustn’t reject them

Or they won’t come to play

Nor surrender to them

Or you’ll become their prey

So I join their dance instead

Try to lead

Not to be lead

Wind

I’m wide open

Exposed

It feels cold

My thoughts and feelings

In my face

Like a harsh wind

I want to hide

Cover myself up

Yet I remain

I hold on to my breath

I breathe in

I breathe out

Into the insanity

Out from the spaciousness

Underneath all the madness

Let go

Dissolve

Become the wind