THE END OF THE JOURNEY

There is an unseen power in a first step Be it the start of a million-mile quest Or a dash from your door to the world ahead Each victory begins in that first test. Two hundred days ago, I stared at a blank page Unsure how to begin, afraid to start Writing a poem a day felt like being in a cage Doubt casting shadows over my lovely art. Yet I raised my pen, though themes would fade And storms of procrastination loomed Still, I pushed on, to arrive at this day Writing now at the edge of the penultimate. As I look back at the path I've walked So many have found light in my words. That first step, two hundred days ago Broke the ground for my poetic growth.