She stands on the precipice

Unsure, excited

Stomach in knots

Not knowing where to go

 

Step back, back in the familiar

Step forward, forward into the unknown

 

Looking back, seeing all that has been

all that has been outgrown

 

Looking forward, seeing nothing

nothing but a dark fog

 

The unknown calls in a whisper

Potential, Hope

Bloom Within

She leaps into the fog