The Quagmire

the marshes of familiarity
the bogs of predictability
the swamps of similarity

these are all tricky quagmires of comfort
with their abundant mossy coziness

and only Gods & Goddesses dare to walkout 
and leave these green wetlands behind 
with dogged determination to find 
the dry dessert of discomfort 
where the fires of their fears and fallacies
wait sadistically for their soft and wet feet
to burn their flesh raw and pull open their skin
and it is their arid but wise desire of wholeness, 
that will slowly and piercingly use the heat of the fires
to suck out the glorious powers lying dormant within