Beautiful, it seems, for me.
Longing afar cowardice implicit, maybe
Maybe nervousness, inexperience, lack of guidance
At least desired guidance,
Perhaps will read, come across discover, and,
I hope at least
Revel, or at least accept, as I pen this now,
Thoughts unchained and eyelids heavy
I hope I pray, I fear almost
Outcome of an unguided run, a leap
Into the unknown, and it scares me
It terrifies me.
And thrills me, tickles me yet,
Though my heart lies open, vulnerable,
Now strike it or heal it. It lies for you
And your answer.