Surrounded by fog, swirling

around my feet. The sky clearing,

the direction unfolding.

Taking the steps, not asking why,

knowing a change is needed.

Will there be a guide?

Risk is thrilling, leading

me to follow.

So often left broke and bleeding.

Holding back, kept me shallow.

Walking forward, taking the chance,

frightens me now.

If I could just let go, take a glance,

allowing myself to dance.