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Fearless

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to run a marathon

and feel

at mile twenty-five,

that I could easily run

another ten.

I want to be my own

version of wonder woman,

and laugh at those

supposed iron men.

 

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to learn to play

an instrument

in public –

open my case          for tips

and let strangers

subsidize          my          experiment.

I want to drum on stage

alone.

 

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to shout “I love you!”

from a rooftop

without apology.

I want to whisper the same

in your ear

without worrying

that you will not

say it back to me.

I want to tell you          regardless –

because it is true.

 

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to walk right up to Ani

on the streets of New York City,

quote          her poetry,

and not care if she thinks

I’m a stalker or a loser

or worse.

I want to quote for her          my own verse

and inspire her          to put music

to         my         words.

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to go to a psychic,

let her see my soul,

read my aura, and

predict my future.

I want to admit to my friends

the fact that I believe

in psychics.

 

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to travel

to a foreign country

with no knowledge

of the language

or culture and no map.

I want to run

my own amazing race.

 

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to hang over dangerous cliffs

that are sprinkled with warning signs,

and shoot breathtaking photographs.

I want to know

that if I fall,

God           will          catch          me,

simply because my art

is too important

for my lie

to end in a          cliché.

 

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to refer to myself

as ‘poet’

without          hesitation

and dare anyone to disagree.

I dare you to disagree.

 

I want to be fearless…

 

I want to fear less…

 

I want to be fearless…

Today. 

28 December 2010

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