My First Step Poem by Donna Leftwich

How can the days be long and short?
the world just keeps on spinning.
I wake and I see the sun or the rain
but each day is filled the same way again.

The coffee is brewing and commuters are buzzing
No one stops, no one sees, no one thinks anymore.

I want, but dare I ask?
I need, but dare I admit?
I give, but i can't completely commit.

Should I take the path less traveled?
What if I stumble, what if I fall?
Will anyone be there to hear my call?

I lay my head down at night,
and try to stop the churning inside.
My brain is still working, my heart is still beating
but the darkness finally envelopea me.

The morning arrives, am I glad I'm alive?
Is today the day?
Do I choose a new route, do I take that first step?

Why is this fear such a powerful thing?
It just holds me back from what could have been.

Yes today IS the day I will dare to defy.
The chaos inside me, it won't define me.

Today is MY day
This is my FIRST step.