4 years ago. February 16, 2020 at 5:04 AM
I am not the me of the past.
Nor, am I who I will be in the future.
I am the here and now.
My future me uncertain.
My choices made will mould who I will become.
I used to tread lightly, always indecisive.
Now i walk with deliberation and joy.
The knowledge that should I falter you will guide me back.
Your warm large hand guiding with gentle pressure on my back.
Providing me the comfort and safety I crave.
Our once separate paths, now bound together.
So I lift my face to the sun, smile, and step forward with you.
