Surrounded by fog, swirling around my feet

sky clearing, direction unfurling.

Taking steps, not asking why

knowing a change is needed.

Will there be a guide?

Risk was thrilling, leading

me to follow,

yet, days were spent broke and bleeding

Holding back, kept me shallow.

Moving forward, taking a chance,

scares me now.

If I could just let go, take a glance,

allow myself to dance.