He felt lost and insignificant,
his lips spoke trivialities,
his hapless heart was inarticulate.
Fearfully he fumbled through
his hazy days, shunning opportunities,
urgently hoping they wouldn't pick him.
A wraith within a wraith, he flittered by
commitment like a man without a plan,
he only knew the pleasure of denial.
Then he was pushed into the present
by a crushing ultimatum, compelling
him to find a his way alone.
New horizons spread before him,
old fears and insecurities disperse.
With a spring in his step, a twinkle in his eye,
a new found confidence and clarity,
he's out from under that crippling blow,
and this gentleman? Well, he's none other than I.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe