Judgment of the Passerby

I wonder

How we have the courage to dream

To look to the blue sky

And consider of all the possibilities  

Of a life aligned

With what the voice inside

Whispers it can be.

But freeze in casting the line

To bring us ashore

And turn imagination

To reality;

For fear of the passerby

Observing our efforts

And spreading word

That we’ve dared an attempt

To be happy.

Tragic irony-

For the impending judgment is a silent prayer

To one day summon their own bravery

To follow our lead.

And so, it all ceases to be

The fear of judgment

Never allows us to proceed

And thus the bystander has no one to part the Red Sea,

And show them what could be.

We’ve neutralized one other

And remain at the bottom of the sea.