The difficult questions we can but are afraid to answer.
We know what our answers are, but hold our breath,
Afraid of it one day being spoken into the atmosphere,
and having the courses of our lives change, for good.
So until then, it remains like a seed we’re trying to contain.
We try to cut off the sunlight, the air, the water supply.
But it comes alive at night, when our minds are too tired to put up a decent fight anymore.
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On the threshold of sleep we wander boldly, unafraid.
Forge through the paths of wilderness we’ve always wanted but never dared to tread upon.
Making a way.
Cutting our way right through the wild grasses and bushes and thorns.
Then we find ourselves at the edge of the forest, and the view snatches our very breath away.
A steep cliff, a drop, that seems impossible.
We fill our lungs sharply with air, and take
Free-falling, weightless in every sense possible.
The ground rises up to greet us.
And all too soon, it ends.
We wake with a jolt, covered in sweat.