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The Beginning and the Starting Line
It starts as a single step forward
refusing to stay stagnant, stuck
mired in the muck of emotions past.
The bridge burned - it didn't
and the rebuilding can always pick up
and start over.
that is not to say that this means more
than it has to.
Steps don't have to lead to roads
and a single step can remain a single step
without a set path in mind.
I don't want to risk hope,
only to be dashed to the bottom of the chasm
when the rebuilt planks prove incapable
of holding my weight.
I've been buried before, you see.
I was buried when this bridge initially became
engulfed in flames
as I still attempted to walk across
keep the balance
maintain movement and believe in broken promises.
This attempt holds no promises at all.
We stand on different sides,
braced for the unknown,
simply acknowledging the other's presence.
It's progress, at least
but not a promise for the future.
The starting line comes with no guarantees.
No promises. No regrets.
All we can do is face down the track,
breathe deep and do our best to
Ignore whatever competition we may face.
Understand that crossing the line
at the gun - not before
Is a moment of hope, not of promise.
That giving all we have to a single, solitary chance
is worth everything
regardless of the outcome.
That one shallow breath after another can lead to
a hopeful future
and the chance to become a part of something truly
© 2013 Elizabeth