You open the door and you
hesitate.
A timid seafarer,
angled, unsure.
Behind you
a billowing sail
of love.
Terror tries it’s best to bind you
whispering crippling
hateful
shackles of fear.
But courage?
And strength?
And desire?
You remind yourself that you have these, and more.
So much more.
So
you take that love
and you use it.
And you grip the sides of your tiny skiff
And launch.
by
Sue Lander