You feel no hands holding.
You step forward,
Free of the grip,
Grasping at nothing,
The same nothing you know in your heart
Is everything.
Finding your own way,
One step followed by another.
The fear of falling fades,
As you find your feet.
Facing forward.
Looking back will only bring imbalance.
Bracing for the unexpected
With a steady stance holding true.
First steps through the storms
Followed by satisfied smile.
As you pull yourself up,
Grasping at nothing,
Guided by a voice,
your voice,
Leading you,
On your own way.