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.
Living Northwest Style 