Going Forth Poem by Don Bukana

What will it take to free this mind
Imprisoned long in apathy
Now reduced to mundane thoughts
That stultify activity
What words might somehow trickle up
Through dormant webs of talent
Releasing from the tangled depths
A joy once prevalent
I stand and peer outside my cave
Security behind me
Am I afraid to take the chance
Success might someday find me?
Can I withstand the pounding waves
That new ideas foment?
Or shall I once again retreat,
In dullness be content?

Time laughs as I now hesitate
It says, Can I keep waiting?
Afraid to leave my placid nest
Just stay there still debating?
No! Not when new horizons
Are reaching out to find me
The glove is thrown, the die is cast
I close the door behind me.