Tightrope Poem by Jeremy Horsford

I triggered an unintentional farewell.

Caught between thoughts of confusion as tiny water droplets suspended in the atmosphere near my mind,
limited my visibility to the extent chaos crept in.

The thought...the thought of suppressing cherished memories,
provoked a decay of dreams,
yet to occur events and the simmering of potential.

Caught in the wilderness of reality,
I stare on in denial as propulsion dries my tears.

My rational mind despises belief,
puts forth persuasive arguments to accept what is and venture forward.

I ponder...

Although limited by time,
but not bound by the consequence of indecision,
I desire change,
I desire optimism.

But what I truly desire is a return to green.