MARYANN BOSAH

The whispers of a cautious mind,
Entangled  dreams and  hopes that binds
Yet courage calls, a daring chord,
For without the risk,there is no reward.

Through storms  that lash and winds that wail
The soul prevails where others fail,
A beacon bright,  a steadfast  sword,
For without  the risk, there is no reward.

In every step where doubt may creep,
A promise waits, a promise deep,
Of  dreams  fulfilled,of future soared,
For without the risk, there is no reward.

So , venture forth with spirits  high,
Embrace the chance, the open sky,
For in the heart where dreams are stored,
Without the risk, there is no reward.