sometimes
I march forward in fear
with the strings in my drawers struggling to hold me back
but I move on
forward
not sure if I'll remain where I'm heading
or slide back into the straight-jacket of my comforts
where uneasy is the norm

long have I lived with this fear
long in the chair of death
electrocuting me a thousand times
sharper than needles poked in my flesh

but this mornring I rise to something new it seems
a way of might
a way of bright
a new possibility of conquering
that which has held me back and down
o'er these numerous years

I rise and leave for the challenge
knowing not whether life or death will champion me
as I strive to be someone new
stretching to fly and taste the air