I Offer My

March 22, 2016

I Offer My

 A word is formed—fifteen letters and five syllables—

And it stares back at me from the letter.

To what do I owe this word?

Relief? Hesitation? Happiness? Uncertainty?



A word that warns change is coming

Change wanted and welcomed,

But somehow overwhelming

With each letter, every hug, and all the praise.



A word containing an abundance of doubt

Only to be masked by the allure of possibilities.

I read the word again and try my best to ignore

The hidden ideas it offers.