Hands

I took each step alone. Afraid. 
Afraid to wander far, 
To stumble, and risk putting my foot over
An edge that I could not
See. 

But you have to be willing to imagine. 
What the world could be,
And what that would mean. 
With that realisation, the ground shifted – 
I fell.

No,
I dove right in,
To the dirt, the roots, the seeds. 
I chose to see beyond the now,
To build upon what I believe
And I am not alone. 

Because I can see
Many hands working beside my own.
We were never alone.