Leaving from my current mindset,
I explore other worlds in time and space.
Running from the threat of judgment,
Hoping for a better day.

When I inch out onto the edge,
And I peer down into the valley,
Echoes of screams and thunder
Penetrate my sound barrier.

Risks are risks, no matter the kind.
When you try something new,
Or revisit something old,
That has laid dormant for too long,

There is a price to be paid.
The know-it-alls and criticizers
Hover around the easy kill,
Someone new to feed on.

I know when I write
That there are those
That will think otherwise.
They will think of themselves

As better than me.
No, that can’t be said!
You have broken the rules, they’ll cry.
But I cannot be silent.

I must speak my truth,
The way I see it,
And the way I feel it,
For truth is its own virtue.


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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