The Fool

today is a beginning.
it is the softest of awakenings:
the fluttering of an eyelid
as you turn towards the sun.

there is a world out there,
and you are reaching for it
with fingers spread
wide and wanting.

a hundred paths twist
across plains and oceans,
through forests and caves,
over valleys and mountains.

you don’t know which one
to choose just yet.
they all call to you
with their own unique songs.

it’s okay to not know
which path is yours.
what’s important is that
you are taking the first step.

i looked in the mirror
and saw somebody beautiful
staring back at me
with wide, eager eyes,
lips curled in a smile
as if to say
finally.
finally,
you see me.

—that fateful day

oh, how i hungered
for a new beginning.
to move to a town
that didn’t know me at all,
to tell it
this is who i am
and not hear
but that is not what
we think you are
in response.

—on escaping your hometown

i will never forget
my first night alone
in my new apartment.

how i fell asleep
smiling,
dreaming of all
the possible things
i could do the next day
because for the first time,
everything about my life
was truly and completely
my own.

—limitless

how many more excuses
are you going to give yourself
every morning when you wake up?
how many more doors will you close
before seeing what’s on the other side?
how many chances at happiness will you miss
because you’re too afraid to reach for them?

—when is enough, enough?

sometimes
what looks like
a single step
is really a plunging fall
into a world
you never expected
to become part of.

—snowball