Who is it I am?
And because I don’t know
how do I find out
who I am
and what I’m to do?
I look at the bounty
of those I would be like
and know I am meager
of self and belongings.
Take a step forward?
But the cliff is there
reminding me there’s nowhere
to put my foot down
without falling.
It is the fall I fear,
the great unknowing.
I am my own
but wishful tendrils remain
of the safe life
I once had.
Resolute, I close my eyes,
reach out with a foot
and step,
fearing the fall
but fearing more to stay.
Life, you are mine,
catch me.