Bits of my Boring Broken Soul

Step

 1, 2, 3, I count as I look ahead,
I take a deep breath, as I take a step forward
Trusting the ground I step, little by little
I have no choice but to trust this crumbling land ahead,
Relying on something besides myself
I must hope, defying who I am,
denying my fears. I must build a bridge myself,
For my wings have yet to grow
I stare at what lies beyond, hoping I would make it there.
Whispers tell me I can't, and I'm not so sure of myself.
Whether I'll make it to the other side, or if I fall into an abyss,
Even if the whispers destroy me or the world turns its back on me.
There's no turning back, and I'll take a step undaunted
Otherwise, I'm already dead.
So will I make it? I count 1, 2, 3, and say
It's time to find out.