the unthinkable

there is no easy way to do the unthinkable. how is it that we begin to cross the boundary in our mind, when do we take the first step over the imaginary line which demarcates the natural reflex, and the unthinkable audacity.

oh to be bold is to be weak?

to be daring is to be selfish?

to dream and wish is to insult your current position. commitment hitherto.

to do the unthinkable you must rise. above all expectation. all promise of condescension.

to do the unthinkable you must think it and grasp onto that hope that God will love you nonetheless.

i have done the unthinkable and i have begun to taste the sweetness of a new horizon.

in a realm where i can be just me.

and that is okay.

that is enough.

that can possibly even be noble.

or am i merely masking my guilt?