I frequently hear the phrase “Oh I could not do that I would be afraid”. To not fly or paint or run in the dark…why not live in the cellar with the doors closed tightly, always afraid of what MIGHT be?
what might be!
how frequent should the banging be?
should it stop when we have reach a count of ten?
when the bullets stop flying?
when the fear has subsided?
do we open the door
and gaze at the sun?
do we hide forever for fear of what might be?
is it possible the we will tell our children
of blue skies and rainbows
that they have never seen?
or will we open the door and gaze at the sun
run the fields and jump for joy,
making the someday when
we know it is over
a day of rejoicing that we have
opened the door and gazed at the sun?
or will it be the day we know it is over
be the day that the banging stops
as we cower in fear of what might be?
someday? bang? frequent?