Piercing Dreams

They stand at the edge where courage fades,  

Casting stones from their sheltered glades,  

Words like arrows, sharp and keen,  

Piercing dreams they’ve never seen.  

For every risk they chose to shun,  

They lash at those who dared to run,  

Justifying their idle stay,  

By tearing others’ dreams away.  

The climb is steep, the winds may howl,  

Yet brave hearts rise where others cowl.  

The critic’s voice, a hollow sound,  

Chained to fears that keep them bound.  

But risk is a fire, it tempers the soul,  

Forging the daring into something whole.  

While critics linger, safe yet small,  

The bold ascend, despite the fall.  

So let them speak; their words are weak,  

Born of paths they dared not seek.  

For every leap, a flame ignites,  

And lights the dark for daring flights.