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.
Living Northwest Style 