Change stands knocking at my door, A whispered truth I’ve heard before. Yet feet are rooted, hands held tight, Clutching comfort, fearing flight.
I know the path, the steps are clear, But doubt still lingers, wrapped in fear. What if I stumble? What if I break? What if this leap is a mistake?
Then softly, gently, truth replies, “The stars don’t shine in stagnant skies. Let go, lean in, embrace the sway— The winds of growth will find their way.”
So I exhale, release the past, And take the step, my heart beats fast. For change is not the end of me, But all I’m meant to rise and be.
Change stands knocking at my door, A whispered truth I’ve heard before. Yet feet are rooted, hands held tight, Clutching comfort, fearing flight.
I know the path, the steps are clear, But doubt still lingers, wrapped in fear. What if I stumble? What if I break? What if this leap is a mistake?
Then softly, gently, truth replies, “The stars don’t shine in stagnant skies. Let go, lean in, embrace the sway— The winds of growth will find their way.”
So I exhale, release the past, And take the step, my heart beats fast. For change is not the end of me, But all I’m meant to rise and be.
