New Beginnings

The horizon isn’t a closing door,
But a hinge that swings on silver light.
We stand upon the threshold floor,
Between the shadow and the bright.

The path ahead is etched in mist,
A map that waits for ink to dry.
The ghosts of "no" do not exist
Beneath an open, hungry sky.

It takes a single, trembling stride
The courage found in drawing breath
To cast the heavy glass aside
And leave the stagnant air to death.

For every peak we fear to scale,
A thousand valleys offer gold.
The only way to truly fail
Is letting the story go untold.

The world is wide and humming loud
With songs that wait for us to hear.
Step out from underneath the cloud;
The way is only blocked by fear.

The dawn is yours to claim and keep,
A canvas vast and starkly white.
Awaken from the shallow sleep
And walk into the morning light.