As I think on the unthinkable
and contemplate the unlikely
my stomach gargles with
utter disdain of my cowardness.
For me to fear something
without at least approaching
the cliff I wish to jump from,
just to take a peak of
the possible outcome
is completely ridiculous;
my stomach hates the taste of fear,
while my heart feels its wings cramping
from not being spread and used to fly.
My mind however
is a whole ‘nother story.
Tells me I need not listen to my gut or feelings.
And so the internal
boxing match continues
until one falters and a decision is made.