rosepoems

What is it that holds you
back, from reaching
the always-sought after
ever bewitching
slipping through fingers
personal Utopia
place, where
you’re meant to be?

If it was doubt, you would not
have ever dreamed of this
place, to begin with

If it was fear, you may not
have even made it to this
point, a remarkable feat of courage

If it was ignorance, you could not
have seen this place so clearly
detailed and superb
resting at a peak

If not these, then what?

The most dangerous barricade we face
may just be none other than
practicality.