The road into the distant sky
seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible,
but this is the start, this is only the beginning,
if I choose to walk.
I return to that road whenever
direction is needed
whenever I need a reminder of the
path at my feet that I choose to forget.
How to bring ourselves to take the first step,
how to find the courage to follow the path?
Have I taken enough wrong turns,
followed enough roads to dead-ends,
spent enough time screaming into the fields,
that this is the path I am finally ready for?