You call me brave.

Brave because I say what must be said.

You do not see that I fear it too -

that awful rejection; it could catch me easily on its spike,

Posidon's dreaded spear, so easily I could drown,

one easy slip of your No and I could fall fathoms deep: hear the dolphin's ping of sorrow.

Still, someone must do: one of us must say.

This, or we stay stuck in neutral; Hermes' carriage, we go nowhere.

Perhaps it's what you want - the status quo.

We both share a dread of deep current emotions, the undertow -

the what if you let go.

I let go. I do. In all of my fear, I do.

I know the once-in-a-lifetime truism and I Believe

and in this belief, see only good; I can parse this.

How can it be then, we two.

Do you fear this then? Do you fear me?

That in my greed I would take your every offering.

Do you really believe that I would snap your life in two?

Forcing you to choose between this or that.

Love, no...

I steer the even keel. I would guide you safe past the rocks.

Lighthouse beacon, I beckon.