Ready

Why don’t I feel more ready

For the adventure

Everyone else

Leaps toward

With so much unsure?

Why do I pause

And over analyze

And puzzle

Over what-ifs

I can’t even see?

Why do I stress

And pick fights

And say I’m right

When we both know

How beautiful this could be?

Why don’t I feel more excited

To scribble down words

Around a chapter

Which all who’ve read

Say is pure?

Why don’t I feel more ready

To hold something new

Beyond just you and me?

–Written by Sandy Heights

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