Robert Nichols Poet Prose Poetry

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

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