Faith or Folly?

I'm losing my nerve

It comes in waves

Can feel myself -

the parts who dared believe

and got me this far -

wobbling at the knees

A strident step, now halting

An emboldened heart

sagging at the shoulders

and weary ones yearning

to lean towards home

Which is to say

towards the known

Towards comfort and the

semblance of security

Allowing the hope of hope

to take a hot shower

and hop into bed

lay my weary head

on a consistent pillow

Release the strange burden

of loaded inspiration

from my days

Renouncing the patience to

sit in the emptiness

or dance with the formless ones

who won't share the music

but continue to ask me

Will you stay?

Will you trust?

Will you face your fears of Nothing

to risk your faith in the Something

that has haunted you so long?

5th Oct & 14th Oct