To Be Fearless

Perhaps my drug of choice...
My poison...My love.
I am set in my ways...in my decision
But a piece of me
Feels wrong.
Haunted by memories..
Some good, some bad.
But there are the ones that outweigh the rest.
The words on the paper...
The ink that wrote them..
The hand that held the pen...
The hand attached to the arm, to the body...
To the heart of one so in love.
The words that stretched across the page...
The page that touched the hand...
The hand that received the paper
That was attached to a heart of one so in love.
Or the touch..followed by the words
 that filled the mind and soul of one so eager...
So eager to be everything he wants..but can't.
She couldn't find her way back..
She couldn't find the path...it was so dark.
There is a such thing as too late and not better than never.
It is the time that would confuse one even more.
It is a time to choose to not be selfish...to let them go.
Letting go....even when you are so not ready.
It is the time of fear...
The fear of never touching them,
Kissing them....holding them...looking in their eyes.
It is sad, scary and hard.


When will you know what is right?


Perhaps my drug of choice...
My poison...but still, my non regretted love.


~~grb~~