I mapped it out
Without a doubt
Then shadows sprout
I chicken out
I had the line
The perfect sign
The stars align
The chance was mine
My pulse would race
My thoughts misplace
Fear took its place
And dimmed my face
I stalled
I hid
Undid what I did
Kept on the lid
On dreams forbidden
The road bent south
Dried up my mouth
Hope headed out
I chicken out
Yet somewhere deep
Beneath the heap
Of fears I keep
Small fires leap
One day I'll shout
Not twist about
Not reroute
No chicken out
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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I liked this one Anthony it put out there the feeling that many of us have about this world and its challenges where we chicken out sometimes at the last minute. Nicely written
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