Brume of Fear
by Odin Roark

So many walk their walk
Amidst the fog of their making,
Thinking not their created mist
Is but the haze of fear
Clouding courage not yet realized.

To pause on one’s journey
Need not be obscured by guilt,
For who among us can effectively succeed,
Without taking an extra breath of awareness,
Discovery demanding what it does.

Yet, why this hesitance in mounting the Pegasus of confidence,
Allow built-up heat from hunger’s unsatiated longings
To carry aspirations above blurred vision,
Beyond evaporative caldrons of doubt,
Converting steaming potions made cowardice
Into weightless heights of fulfillment?

Some will say this desired euphoria
Is achieved but by a few,
Knowing so many of us
Might rise above the fog
Only to create a tempest.

Such is the furtive seduction
The brume of fear has perfected.