Bolder yet

             Steps. Words. Lined directions and yet I am no where
to be found. The caressed flavors inside the air beckon me to
stand outside.

            Rain and all. Displayed a voided breath only to swirl
into a distant memory. A fond hope.

           Not wanting to wave too far in advance I just hold
onto the strings of the pulleys before me, today. I don't
dare wonder about uptight weights that damage the
dreamer inside.

          A small price I pay to expand in a tiny space.
Clearly the hellos only hinder me long enough to
recognize the warmth.

           The echoing melody that cuts into the dance. The
clarity rings lines into sight and I inhale. All hopes that
fly, isn't treading lightly. Nor holding me. Nor holding onto
you.

           No I don't dissuade the boldness I express.
I may scare those who have not viewed me younger.
Perhaps even the lined waves cannot comprehend
me.

          Still, yes, at moments I stay hidden. Softly the
vibrant parts of me shout and the crooked bones
drop through. The nailed shut memories, explode.

         Though did I cause wonder, shock upon my
voice? Did I bring chaos and turmoil? Oh I pray not.
Just a box of laughter, of love, of warmth, of hopes
and of, yes, dreams.

        Daring to be shaken from restraints for just one
day. The dispair of negativity wiped clean. Ah the gentle
hope that sits here. Perhaps all that is just, opens the door
upon the narrow path.

        Boldness is kind in vibrant colors. Separating an
old and new. A kind push forward that shows improvement
and freedom.

        Yes I am bolder today with all those who come to
me. Ah a smile is found. The memories echo and the
night is brighter.

        Yes my dear friend, I dare you to take my hand,
boldly, as I say the hello directly.