Shallow

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