A Scary Goal

I remember,

your words of rhyme,

Desire, intent,

writing in time.

A frazzled heart,

an abandoned soul,

An aspirational victory,

or scary goal?

Like a token of virtue,

patiently waiting,

in the maze of life,

all love, no hating.

Where voices of doubt,

fade in the laughter,

as the clock keeps ticking,

and long gone after.

Where an inch of hope,

surfs your passion,

And silent thoughts,

pray in fashion.

For all you are,

is more than enough,

You can’t hide talent,

when storms are rough.

There you shine,

like never before,

All opportunity welcomes,

your open door.

By Clarabelle