curled into a ball.
just to come to the realization that.. 
it provides me with only the illusion of protection from it all.
because if i'm so steeled - then why do i yield?
rendering myself concealed - whenever my heart, beckons - calls.
to what advantage do i stall?
when my heart's only intention is to help guide me.
where is the hesitation residing?
perhaps i prefer to be blinded.
voluntarily, losing my sighting - by disregarding my writing..
because inaction - is still an action.
yet i was blessed with the ability to see alternative views and..
yet somehow still coerce myself into believing the same excuse.
that everything is on God's timing.
what if God's timing is also my timing?
that my writing provides - the lighting. 
the illumination.
a guide to and through my life's explorations.
that my writing is more than a declaration.
it's a realization - that this life is what i make it.
that all of my dreams are worth chasing.
that at the end of the day - evasion is still evading.
your heart's desires should require no further explanation.
it only requires you to muster the bravery to face it.
the demons, the dreaming - to forge a path from beneath the cement.
envision who it is that you want to be and then to go … just be it.

»B.Don