Poem #1709

A Beckoning Call

Should I obey the pull?
Or would that make me a fool?
It seems beyond my reach,
Yet I can’t ignore its beseech,
Is it something I can achieve?
I’m not sure that I believe,
It too seems beyond my skillset,
Like winning at Russian roulette,
I don’t feel I have the talent required,
And yet I still feel inspired,
Should I obey the pull?
Or would that make me a fool?

Poem #1708

Is It A Lie?

Feeling always fake,
Doing the work yet different,
Imposter syndrome.

Poem #1707

Heavy Char

Burned bridges have a serious cost,
Typically, it equates to all hope is lost,
Most of the time those bridges turn to ash,
And all opportunities to repair them are trash,
But once in a while looks can be deceiving,
And more can be done beyond grieving,
The outside stands heavy with char,
But the bones beneath intact with only a scar,
In those cases, there’s a chance to repair,
If approached with love and the utmost care,
Some bridges should have never been burned,
Hindsight is filled with lessons learned,