Stepping Backwards

A Poem By Timothy // 4/30/2008

A racehorse held by the restraining gate
I see the prize I strive to win
Excitement, desire to run the race
But only with your consenting grace
Approving these storms within

Uncertain, timid without a clue
I see the prizes yet cannot choose
Indecision, a falter before the day
Waiting for you to lead the way
To show which goal is true

Trusting, stepping out on the edge
Ready now to take the stand
Leaping into the harrowing abyss
Depending on you to protect in this
And save me when I land


Very good

I really liked this a lot. I especially like the last stanza, it has a very decided ending. =]

Tamerah | Thu, 05/01/2008


This explains perfectly how I believe most of us often feel. Great job. It flows quite nicely. =D

Brianna | Tue, 05/06/2008

"We have been created for greater things. Why stoop down to things that will spoil the beauty of our hearts?" ~Mother Theresa