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On my toes I tread lightly in fear of stepping on dangerous grounds,
Looking over my shoulders I sense a familiar enemy.
After each cautious step I realize my transgressions,
Searching for lost memories of spiritual courage I find myself lacking;
A feeling of remorse I reach out for what is not present.
A hint of sorrow bellows within me,
Tears of endless shame I weep silently.
A feeling of anger rages within me,
A battle of the endless waltz I struggle to win;
but amidst my struggle I dance a fool's dance.
Nowhere leads me down a road I know all too well,
Its crossroads a metaphor of one who wishes not to go on,
But only wait in fear;
I dare not cross.
Trouble brews, a sudden gasp of air,
And as I begin to falter;
A familiar voice beckons me to push forward.
Tears of happiness caress my face,
A new path opens for me as I tread on dangerous grounds.
The journey continues...
