Fear

 I stand at the edge weighing the risk.

Will I be hurt? Will I hit something?

Can't I go another way? Jump, trust

Is the only option in this hard place.

The questions keep coming and I am

Still on this edge, to overwhelmed with fear.

Yet to stay here, I can't. I must move.

I'm holding up others, I'm in their way.

A hand comes to show me I'm not alone.

Then, then I can trust and jump.

One hand outstretched makes all the difference.