Stepping Forward

Stepping forward

Into pitch black,

Hesitantly toward

Anything but back.

With each step my stomach churns,

Until comforting ground

Holds my foot firm.

Eternal cycle of lost and found.

And so each foot bets

Like an unrelenting pioneer.

Keeping no regrets,

Chancing all that was dear.

Only darkness holds my hands.

Lonely and hanging.

Only emptiness stands.

Present and wrangling.

A cold chilly ditch

That holds no promise.

And I thank the hot stitch

Burning with solace.

And so I step forward,

On an unknown surface.

Headed toward…

… A greater purpose.