When I step into the dark,
Not knowing the object to step on,
Should I be bold to go on,
Not being sure?
When I stretch my hand
To grip an object
Without the consent of my eyes,
Should I be bold to hold tight,
Not being sure?
If I insist on being sure,
I may not go on
Due to the fear in my heart.
To be certain of my safety,
I need to be sure
Though, I may be delayed.
Every time I come upon a figurative cliff I jump. Sometimes I hit water, sometimes I hit land, but I ALWAYS jump. I have no regrets. I spent the ages of 16 to 34 trapped in a deep anxiety (fear of death) I beat it. Now jumping off cliffs is what I do.