Reflecting on a sentence I heard in a jobhunting related coaching session today... "do you know anyone who are scared of changing their situation for the better?" I felt like answering "Me, most of my life..." but I kept my mouth shut... Happily scared to be happy, Sadness and loneliness an old friend. Built an unstable home of the ashes, Of a past that burned that crumbled. Navigating by this map of scars, That adorns my thickened skin. It takes a monstrous courage, To shed just a layer of this... But will you promise to hold my hand? Will you pick me up when I fall? Could you ward off my worst critic? Drown out the voices of those that did not see, The road I took to get here? ... I know it's a tall order, But is my blind trust in you grounded?