Risk

(written April 15, 2008)


You say I am not moving
And I agree
But I need this time to renew, to grow
To grow anew

2009
It seems such a long time
With nothing but the empty to guide me

All I have is a handful of broken promises
Covenants with myself
And this time--
To make (or break) new promises

I'm afraid of what nothingness will bring
Afraid that in doing nothing, I'll become nothing
Afraid the nothingness will claim me
That I'll remain empty after my time is up

But most of all--
Afraid to start
Afraid to give myself a year of rest
Of nothing