Trembling Fingers

With trembling fingers, feet firm and heart racing I turn the door knob that stands before me.

With trepidation running through my veins and fear, a cloak of darkness, behind me, I step forward through the open door.

Over the threshold.

The scenery is the same, the door is simply a door and a frame in the middle of a room.

Whether what is seen is unchanging, it does not matter.

It is in the unseen that the courageous act of stepping forward makes a difference.

It is in the unseen that the action matters.

For in the unseen, her shoulders are lighter and she can breath.

She is stepping into her full self.

A step that takes courage.

A step that needs to take place often.

Until the day she no longer takes one step but is instead walking, continuously in fullness of who she is.

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