By Miranda Weaver
I am standing, trembling
at the edge of all my dreams
the dawn of new and promising things
glaring and shimmering across the abyss
I am not afraid of falling- no!
I am afraid of what I’m leaving behind
of breaking with this familiar, beloved ground
So many memories born in this warm earth
But the enchanting, beckoning blue above
calls to me with its freedom
its freshness, its mystery
And my heart is answering
urging me on to this last step in my safe, known place
I will leap! I will spread wings I knew not of, burn with fire I knew not I had
soar in joyful wheels at heights I thought unattainable