I’m taking each step in stride
desperately asking the whispering voice
to speak up inside.
Where it will take me,
I do not know;
but the fear of missing out
wills me to go.
Further and deeper
the trust for myself grows.
Jumping off a precipice
I’m not looking down.
There are no stars
upon which to wish.
Mere faith inside
I realize,
I step out into my own.
I am almost grown.
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