fear ignites with the idea
and consumes me with the thought –
the idea that perhaps I could wander further.
but what awaits me – is unknown.
I am not familiar with those depths.
I know my path; I’ve stuck to it for so long
But it no longer entices me, it has lost lustre.
I know every bump, every cut, each meander
I have wandered them countless times and again.
I wade a bit further in but I always return
to a place that no longer inspires growth.
Do I dare venture into the occult
Do I have the will to leave the shallows?
Thought it would be a poem but I decided to post as it came to me. A little rusty, but marching on with getting back to writing.
Daily Prompt : Shallow