I find myself in the Threshold
Where the end is calling me to begin.
Where it feels Like I stand in a very sharp edge.
The edge is scary yet it is calling me to safety.
I know If I cross I would find Love
Yet crossing is terrifying.
Some pain holding fiercely to my ankles,
Painful emotions holding on in my chest.
Yet, I know I have to cross.
In the edge, I stand.
It feels so lonely.
It feels like I exist alone in this world.
Crossing or staying? I ask my self.
The answer comes in a soft whisper: Trust
Trust the edge.
Trust the path.
Trust the fear.
Trust the Threshold.
Trust Trust Trust.
And Cross Cross Cross
Through the Threshold You will find Yourself.
In the Threshold I find the end.
In the Threshold I find the beginning.
