My soul lost upon a winding path of conflict,
guides me to a fork in the road.
My heart is willing,
but my mind says otherwise.
Looking left, I can almost feel
the wet sand beneath my feet --
watching wave after wave
crash amongst the rocks with a calming violence.
Peace starts to trickle down my spine,
yet unrest lurks in my conscience.
I know where this path leads.
You are a path of reservation,
and of content,
afraid of taking a chance,
afraid of going out on a limb.
I know you all too well my friend.
This path has been well traveled.
I cannot go down this road.
Not anymore.
Looming over the scattered white sands
and lightly brushed gray shore,
only a daunting cliff remains.
What is up there?
Where will it lead me?
What am I seeking?
A chance at love.
And you.
This path holds no promises.
The climb -- treacherous and steep.
I will falter often,
and will continue to stumble still.
Yet, I have a firm foothold to secure my dreams,
and a clear grasp of who I want to share it with.
I can't let go.
Not now. Not ever.
I believe there is a chance at love.
And you.
I am not afraid.
I have strength.
And I have faith.
This is the path that I have chosen.
Love like you have never been hurt.
