A poem about a woman who is afraid to make a new 
start in life and worries about leaving her over protective 
family behind.

On the verge of a new beginning.
The yesteryears are now stale has and no longer a happening. 

I am afraid. I am hesitant.
I am stalling before I am beginning. 
I am unsure of what lies ahead and both in forwarding.

Will I trip. Will I fall. Will I stumble over.
Will the steps seem arduous.
The marks on the road too faint.

Will I be lonely. Will I be crying. 
What if I crumble under the burden of the self relying.

Will  I regret. will I remorse. Will I miss my family. 
What if they forget me. 
What if they beset me. 
What if they foresee me gone forever.

I don't know why. 
What seems like the inevitable step of my life. 
Makes me feel at strife. 
I am trying. I am really trying. 
Why does it feel like I am self lying.

Birds fly the nest they say. 
That really is the best they say. 
This is when the character blossoms. 
The character flourishes. 

The time to grow. 
The time to flow and really show the glow. 
To the world. to the others.

Then I feel. That indeed I feel. 
This is normal. To be fearful. 
It is fine to be prematurely at loss than blissful.
After all this is the next phrase of my life.
The transition will not be smooth. 

Change will be the catalyst. 
It has to be directed. 
It has to be motioned.
It has to be.
It has to happen.

So I will fight the demons. 
I will slay the fears.
I will fly the nest. 
Step by step. 
I will spread my wings.
I will Fly.