Fear is our fuel,
Discomfort a compass,
And brokenness a beacon,
A guide to show
Exactly where
We need to go.
Pain can propel us
Not back but beyond
Ourselves and our shells.
We can wait
For safety signs
To dictate
A path, or
We can leap into uncertainty,
Learn that unsure is the way to be,
That maybe we’re not meant to fly
But to fall into each other,
That we belong to one another.