Crossing the Bed of Hot Rocks
Crossing The Bed Of Hot Rocks
Here I am at the
inevitable start line,
shaken to the very core,
on the scary threshold of
having to finally engage,
in weather or not,
I’ll be able to finally take
the necessary step,
for my eternal salvation.
Do I bravely,
throw cation to the wind,
knowing of the
high possibility,
of extreme pain ahead?
Having avoided what
might be called,
my ultimate destiny,
do I once again,
steer away in fear,
hoping my future might very
well magically change,
in great hopes of
extended avoidance,
or should I proceed
most bravely,
in my inevitable
journey of finally,
crossing the bed of hot rocks? R. Nichols
09/29/18
Copyright © Robert Nichols | Year Posted 2018
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