What happens if I let go —
will I fall or will I soar?
One giant leap of faith
to breathe like never before.
I’m inching closer to the edge,
and away from my safety net.
The fog is starting to lift even though
my heart is still heavy with regret.
First one finger, then the rest.
This new freedom feels strange
with no one to hang on to for safety
or comfort; it’s too much change.
I step back to catch my breath
and sit down on the ground.
My feet are suspended on the edge
and I take a look around.
A soft breeze gently urges me
to move and I know that I have to try
’cause I can’t soar if I just sit here
and this time around I’m ready to fly.