Poetry is a clear window into the heart. I often write to express the thoughts and emotions inside me--not knowing what will appear on the page but invariably discovering more about myself and the world around me.

No Regrets

Posted Monday, August 01, 2011

I stood on the edge
I looked down in fear
I felt the wind
Whipping all around

I looked for a way out
Another way to cross
Even contemplated going back
Without taking the risk

But then I walked
Took one step
Then two
And made it across

Oh, what I could have missed
If I had turned back
If I had given in to fear

I would have missed
Indescribably beauty
Abounding joy
Unrivaled memories
That can never go away

 By Ken Carlson


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