Living On The Surface
By
John I. Blair
Too much time I waste
Living on the surface,
Touching life’s dry husk
With no deeper probing.
A slave to doubt, pain evader,
I settle for the promise
And tell myself fruition might be
More than I can hope for.
But if I’m brave enough to wait,
Life will unfurl like a flower
And I can slip inside
Where nectar dwells.
©2006 John I. Blair
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