Brume of Fear

Brume of Fear by Odin Roark So many walk their walk Amidst the fog of their making, Seeing not their created mist Is but the haze of fear Clouding courage not yet realized. To pause on one’s journey Need not be obscured by guilt, For who among us can effectively succeed, Without taking an extra breath of awareness, Discovery demanding what it does. Yet, why this hesitance in mounting the Pegasus of confidence, Allow built-up heat from hunger’s unsatiated longings To carry aspirations above blurred vision, Beyond evaporative caldrons of doubt, Converting steaming potions made cowardice Into weightless heights of fulfillment? Some will say this desired euphoria Is achieved but by a few, Knowing so many of us Might rise above the fog Only to create a tempest. Such is the furtive seduction The brume of fear has perfected.