Finding Our Guides: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

We all stand at the brink/
Of new horizons, and think/
Of what we can’t do,/
And fear, instead of soldiering through./

We feel like we’re all alone
far from the familiar surroundings of home.
But there are others who’ve walked this path,
who wait and hope and want to be asked.

And when we look, we’ll find/
those Guides wise and kind,/
Who’ll lead us past terror’s door,/
For they’ve passed this way before./

Our new friends can help us go the distance
if we have courage to seek their assistance

I Can NOT Go Back As Part Of Repenting: Revolutionary Blogging Poetry

I have stood at the brink,
the edge,
the terriflying cliff
of loneliness.

I have knelt at the edge,
the corner,
the cold downturned quilt
of king-bed despair.

I have wept
for lack of touch,
for no kind words,
for teddybear hugs.

I have done stupid things,
Taken foolish actions,
made terrible choices
in desperate attempts.

I know I have ravaged peoples’ lives,
jolted their reality,
violated their trust,
because of my selfishness.

I do not know the magnitude
of confusion
and misdirection
my broken moral compass caused.

I am learning the amount
I have drawn people away,
and caused to distrust,
the Him I love the most.

I again will fall
to my knees
to discover how I can fix
and repair the damage I caused.

I will again beg
for forgiveness,
for mercy,
for understanding.

For I do not want to go back, again
to the actions that caused
such grief, pain,
and mistrust.

But, please, God,
do not make me stand, solo, again
on that cold, desparing, jagged
and terrifying lonely cliff.

I’ll jump.

Morning Terror: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

Roller coasters change./
Gentle climbs turn to terror./
What screams bring morning?