A daring life is exhilarating
Measured by chancing fate,
A sacrificing risk for reward.
The plane could crash and burn.
The parachute may not deploy.
You might not stick the landing.
Odds are slim if you are calculating,
If you dare risk premature demise.
Without risk, you begin a slow demise,
Life without a reward greater than just being.
No Scooby snacks if you harbor your ghosts.
Crack the lock and open the gates.
Venture to your inner tomb,
Searching for golden inspiration
Among the serpents and booby traps
Within the chasm of your mind.
Dare to grab the treasure and let your life shine
On the edge of a cliff, sweat on your brow,
Heart throbbing in your dry throat,
Unable to muster a droplet of spit.
Swallow hard. I dare you!
Take the leap!
Robert Stanhope started creative writing during his Junior year of high school. In his twenties, he became a motorsports journalist and was published in a number of local, regional, and national trade publications. Now in his early 40s, Bob has returned to creatively writing, including embarking on his first novel, The Last Lie.