There is always something
Something holding us back.
Something that scares us.
Something we can let go.
I had all of those "somethings".
Sometimes I wish I would've chosen differently.
But comfort is a scary thing to leave.
To let go of what we know, for something unknown.
But sometimes that's what sets us free. Walking into the unknown.
Maybe it's not walking into someone.
Maybe your unknown is getting out of your small town and driving. Finding new adventures.
Or maybe it's packing boxes to finally live on your own.
We get to choose those roads. If we go or if we stay.
My beautiful friend, go.
YOU ARE READING
Step By Step
PoetryBare feet slide across the cold ballroom floor as soft hands guide my steps. Forcing myself, I lift my head up to meet his intriguing grey eyes swallowing me whole. I have no idea where this could lead, but am I willing to take the risk?
