Dare to Bleed

Passion. We bleed in scarce supply.

And no, we want not all others to see.

The spirits we are, in flight… we are free.

The piece we cling on to... the passion we bleed. 

Worry not: more, it will breed.

Will all take heed? Our passion is feed….

Some devour. Others take free.

A neighbor’s advice: deaf ears are in need.

Neighbors are gifts - like nature we breathe…

Do not take as granted…

Offer to those whose vision is slanted. But…

An idea you planted is worth less if supplanted.

Our truth; our experience. Our experience; our gain.

What’s given in passion has never been feigned. 

Rebirth is an animal that cannot be tamed.

Proud as a lion – head high… without shame.

Agreement… not necessary. Reputation… not vein.

Dare to be.

Flirt only with ambiguity; explore the depths of clarity.

Knowledge is oft without parity - provided not in charity.

A new force is now paired with me,

One not driving but also scared with me.

I’m leaving this place - not prepared to flee.

My own true thoughts I bear to thee.

That’s my passion I dare to bleed.