The Hamlet Project

It may tempt me toward the flood –
I think it does, quite often.
It may bring me to edge of a cliff
It may break bones
It may cut me open
It may empty my purse
Rip it from my arm, slash it open,
Scatter its contents on the ground
Then take everything of value.
It may fray my hems
Split my seams
Tear holes in the fabric.
It may replace sweetness with bitterness
Enthusiam with gritted teeth
Hope with cynicism.
The dangers are many
The rewards unlikely.
It may wear out my shoes
As I trail along behind
But I have to –
I will.
I’ll follow it.