Courage

This way or that,
One way or another,
Inside or out, however possible.
It is having no choice but that.

Whatever form, whichever door,
To not think of breakfast tomorrow.
Only of now and here; the impetuous instinct.
Ah deluded ego, shed your futile self-pride.

To lose oneself in someone like a cigarette into hopeless ash.
Irreversible,
Like the permanence of ink blots
On the pages of an unjaded soul.

Chances of getting hurt,
Of getting battered in the storm, notwithstanding.
Picking up lost traces of crushed confidence,
And starting all over again with a trusting smile.