Monday, October 19, 2015


Not for the faint of heart
By Susana Bridgman



"Adventure calls!" You say..
With eagerness of heart and deep

 longing in your soul you chase after the horizon

What's painted as a pretty picture
 the romantic mystery of the unknown
 is soon transposed through the awakening of your self awareness

All at once the beauty becomes terrifying,
The wild becomes desolate
You realize your alone, with no thoughts but your own.

Curled up in confusion and 

yearning for the rest and comfort of familiarity,
adventure doesn't seem so keen

What was once at the tip of your fingers

 now lies miles away, stretched out amidst 
the lands that many tarried before

Oh the toils of hard work and sweat,

 having to accomplish the feat
 before receiving the reward

They call it a "mountain top experience" 

and neglect to tell the tails of valleys
 traveled and desserts wandered

What is it's worth?  

This wanderlust they speak so high of?

Leathered, withered skin.
Eyes that glimmer, but have seen 

and felt darkness and despair.

Hands that could tell stories of the wilderness 

that proved who was superior,
 with a body that proves how 
resilient the creator made the human being.

Cracked lips, and tangled hair,
The wilderness is not fair

Blisters burning, winds that sting, 

and heat that simmers through your skin.

Animals beautiful and foul,

 trees that stretch upwards miles tall

Mountains that tease you

with their majestic appeal,

The reward that you earn isn't near as great

as the experienced gained through walking untamed territories.

Through trial and turmoil the adventurer presses on

Not by some fancy or means of performance
But by the call of the wild that torments them every step that they take

Because the true adventure knows 

it's not just a means of performance but an opportunity to be changed
To let whatever happen, happen

That you can't tame the wilderness, in fact it will make one wild

Throwing out the reserve and naivety that the young adventurer jumps into,
But walking away as an old soul that understands 

the depth to which adventure holds and that
it shouldn't be held lightly but treated with respect

Adventure is out there,

but not for the faint of heart