stopping is no option
to lose the way
is to keep
going
keep moving
forward
lest one
atrophies
grows rigid
with
the rigor mortis
of apathy
stiff
with unbending
ignorance
fear
paralyzed
gawking inward
at hopelessness
at failure
the
giving in
the giving up
the rot
that sets in
with
the loss of wonder
when grip lets go
of dreams
of possibility
arthritic loss of faith
debilitates
the soul
cripples
the manifest light
that shines forth
at the leap
into darkness
into uncertainty
into the sacred unknown
frozen
is the cautious man
withered in
a worried cage
terrified
of the wrong step
of
the journey all in
of daring the way
unmarked
and thus
bleeds out
the color of life
of living
to become cold
grey
a putrefied husk
of
brittled remorse
mired in
regret
for never having
shone so brightly
as to blind
the eyes of death
stopping is no option
