I had a heart for dreams
A head for heights
Not risk averse
Not one for scripts
Or destinations life predicts

But with no desire to wake
Afraid to fall
Or to rehearse
Fluffing every line
Eyes on the map, missing every sign

Being untrained and unprepared
I hit the rocks
And what is worse
I could not own
Whatever I’d defused or I had blown

I was subdued by guilt
Who knows what for
A petrifying curse
Where every corner hides a threat
Round which no expectation might be met

Its hard to change
Or shed a skin
Forsake the nurse
Detach the safety line
Append no ‘but’ when I reluctantly declare “I’m fine”

© Chris Price 2016