Youth (Pending A Better Title) Poem by Nick Kasparie

An island built on dreams and fear
Sits far beyond the greater shore
Where hope is found yet still is scarce
Among the boring, plain décor

The stretch between, a strait of change
Defies those who will dare to try
To find the means to land unscathed
Upon the ground where they will die

We all must make an effort once
To brave the waters deep and wide
It’s natural and must be done
Just as a groom must find his bride

I find myself between the two
Behind me, dreams; in front, the goal
Though not just strength will see me through
I must pay innocence as toll.