Courage looks deep into that canyon
and says--I see you
and I am coming down to feel
the pain
and what blossoms in such rich soil
and surprises of shadow.
I am coming down to find
a scorpion in my boot
and bluebells
popping up through summer snow.
I am coming in with a backpack
full of things to shed
while I am here.
I am coming down there
to look up and see how
far I've come.
I will look for the place
where I lost my way
and my senses could only be soothed
by the stars.
I will sleep in your cradle
if it means I can actually sleep
uninterrupted by your oasis.
I will risk sunburn and dehydration
to pick the scabs of my truth
and I will climb deeper in
to see the valley is home.
Samantha Lazar, Writer 