The earth beneath my feet

Will fall away

And I will step forward

Into the transition

Solid ground

Built across empty air

Inviting me to plant my feet

It brings a false simplicity

As if the movement were easy

And not the descent

From comfort into unseen depths

Punctuated by the climb

That promises the new

By way of suffering

As if there could be a way

To climb without effort

To move into the future

Without pain

Every crossing a preparation

For a final bridge

A final unknown

Waiting on the other side – Caroline A. Slee