You open the door and you hesitate. A timid seafarer, angled, unsure. Behind you a billowing sail of love. Terror tries it’s best to bind you whispering crippling hateful shackles of fear. But courage? And strength? And desire? You remind yourself that you have these, and more. So much more. So you take that love and you use it. And you grip the sides of your tiny skiff And launch.
by
Sue Lander