The dark road
The deep water
All the places people are afraid to tread.
I stand before one again.
I see them watching me.
She is fearless they say.
Oh if they could only see my fear;
As big as or maybe even bigger than theirs.
I stand on shaky legs with a sweaty brow
Even though I see her there,
The strategist.
Standing steadfast manual in arms.
She has thought of everything that can be thought of
She is even prepared for that which could not yet be imagined.
Still, I hesitate on the edge.
That is until she comes skipping in
All smiles and energy.
You see she believes she can do anything
Because her mother told her she could.
“Come on take my hand, we can do it together”. The little girl says.
So I take her hand and the hand of the strategist
And the three of us move forward into the dark deep scary place.
The little girl’s grin spreading to all our faces.