Be Vulnerable
Am I ready to try again? (Scrittura’s Saturday Prompt)
Opening my chest to the cold air of the windswept sea.
I feel cold and the brisk breeze makes me desperate for shore.
I’m out on a limb.
I’m out in the open.
Last time I ventured for the palm trees and vibrant flowers,
I was pulled under the rocky waves,
Fighting for breath and spitting out mouthfuls of venom.
Collapsing on the shore, I vowed never to venture out to sea ever again.
The consequence? The same ordinary flowers day in and out.
Do I dare to get back into that small wooden boat,
And push myself back into the unknown?
In the name of finding something,
Finding anything.
I guess true adventures aren’t made in the comfort of your own bed.
They’re made floating in uncharted seas.
So I guess it’s time again,
To expose myself to the elements and pray I stay afloat.
-ARTEMIS INKS
