Doubts flood my mind
allowing me to question
what feels right
Am I ready?
Can I trust?
What is ready?
What is trust?
I am not the best
person I believe I can be
What is the best?
What can I be?
How do I heal the burns
of the fires from my past
Tearing off the bandaid
Allowing my wounds to breathe
Do you see my scars?
Do you understand my apprehension to go near the flame?
This is my moment
I feel so alive
The light fills me with warmth
Soothing my wounds
I test the waters
Still afraid I might drown if I get too close
There is no try
When it comes to trust
There is only do
Can I take that step?
Can I trust you?
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