too many
to count
these books
practically endless
sea of blankness
neither discovered
nor excited
nowadays
many
turn away
too much responsibility
for even
one
sentence
justifiable
only by
the inability
to create
which
everyone can do
it’s the fear of
standing out
in a field
during a lightning storm
a spotlight
from the gods
the fear of
standing out
on a high wire
above
the streets
of people everywhere
the fear of
standing out
on stage
shutters
open
close
flash of
bulbs
isolated
yet surrounded
surrounded by
need of assurance
without judgement
surrounded by
expectations
no failures
surrounded by
self-doubt
lack of drive
it is
on you
to do it
so most
leave
pages
blank
no one dares make a mark
they wish they could
but one
braver
will do it
they say
without sympathy
to themselves
they ignore
their capabilities
when the
writer
artist
poet
architect
scientist
teacher
trash man
comes along
they will
put the spotlight on
they will give you
the unicycle
they will give you
the metal pole
they will give you
everything they
are scared to have
and then
will wait
for your failure
to confirm
their fears
but
if you challenge
their expectations
if you challenge
their gods
of submission
if you challenge
the fear
the balancing
the weight
the blindness
the fall
and
you rise
above it all
then you will
succeed
when
all cower
you will
fill the pages
they leave behind
you will create a story
they wish they could
and then
you
can tell them to pound sand