I stand looking in, the narrow path ahead of me.
Before me lay twists and turns that I can’t possibly predict.
Each step will take me further from refuge.
Demons hide in the dark recesses, waiting.
I hesitate, foot half raised to take the first step.
Fear saturates the air around me.
I close my eyes and will my foot to the ground.
Exhaling, I take another step forward.
Despair will not cripple me, I will persevere.
The peril fades in the light of the prize.
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