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