Dare

Go ahead. Bloom.
Dare to. Choose to.
The universe will adjust
like water in the tides
and you will have the chance
to become all you believed,
and all we knew
was there all along.

About this poem

I am a big believer that we can all become what we what we dream. But we hold ourselves back. Is it fear of not being enough, or fear that we are?

I always have more questions than answers.

Be well. Travel wisely,

Tom

PS: The photograph was taken in Longwood Gardens in PA.