Stepping up to the cusp of what may be, is a strange and mystic place.
Points view spanning the two curves offered with only the bridge of confidence to cross.
Having the courage to not look back, leaving what must be left behind in weighted heart.
Knowing once crossed, the bridge exists no more.
Choosing oneself in moments decision may be a road traveled alone.
May be an unbearable memory if unwilling to invest full on.
May be a wound without healing even once destination is reached.
These are the thoughts in battle we each must slay.
If ever one foot in front of other is to be started.
If ever wealth of conquer is part of our new day.
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Create, Compose traversing subject and medium. To new beginnings, journeys, destinations, and the wonderful beings we meet along the way!
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