Grow

Without regret or hesitation,
though fearful of stumbling,
farewell all those who slay you
with love's blinding, sweet caress,
with need's urgent, blunt demand,
with passion's touch of wild stirrings,
the easiest drought of oblivion.
The lonely cry, or selfish claim
has many ways to strangle,
always a willing fool,
entombing yourself in enticements,
without backward glance, or pause,
though dwelling in error,
farewell everything that binds you,
farewell your failing self.

Copyright 2010 by Gary Beck