There’s no contract that binds, stronger

Than the arms which finally embrace

The words we’ve let ourselves succumb to

It comes, when we find the way to let go

Of the chains of our inheritance

We will open a door, our minds

To what may appear, at first unrecognizable

Something to fear in its raw power

It’ll look us straight in the eye and smile

All knowing, all seeing, forever wanting

It reeks of opportunity, drips with potential

If you let it, it’ll consume you, gift eyes

No longer ashamed to wander the horizon

If you pause and listen to the resounding whisper

It may just give you the words, capable

Of letting loose a life yet undefined

From the collection Left Waiting, available in ebook or paperback