Growing Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Sunlight on the window pane,
A quiet hum, no storm, no rain.
The little steps I used to dread,
Now feel like paths I bravely tread.

The wobbly start, the unsure hand,
Now builds things firm upon the land.
A seed I planted, small and shy,
Now reaches bravely for the sky.

The doubts that whispered in my ear,
Grow soft and fade, no longer near.
A steady strength begins to bloom,
Dispelling shadows in the room.

I look around, and see the trace,
Of effort etched upon this space.
A tapestry, so slowly spun,
And know at last, I have begun.