1 minute ago
She walked to the edge,
where she had gone many times before.
but this time things were different,
she didn’t see a cliff,
she saw a bridge.
so she decided to take a few steps forward.
the bridge rocked from side to side.
fear flooded her body, palms sweating, and legs shaking.
she turned to retreat back and realized she had crossed half of the bridge.
she sunk down onto her knees, terrified, her eyes shut tight, trying to justify which way she would return.
but a gust of wind sent her forward onto her hands, so she began to crawl.
with every inch she trekked, she felt the strength coming back into her legs, until she stood up and started to run.
she ran. and ran. the fear was still there, but the courage was stronger.
with no reason to look back.
she didn’t just cross a bridge that day, she was changed, forever. - me. ❤️ i came on here to tell you that i went to yoga twice and worked out for once today, and this poem flooded out of me. i can see the synchronicities now.
today i had the courage to step into the gym, something i’ve been avoiding for quite some time (about a year). i didn’t want to go, nor was a motivated to. but i did it. and i’m so freaking proud of myself. i made that step.
this is just a gentle reminder to have courage to step forward. sometimes you don’t always see a path, and you might have to trust in yourself and that things will fall into place. you will climb mountains and valleys and still be afraid, but keep trekking my friend, and don’t look back. ❤️