Anvil

The first step is hard

Feels like an anvil resting on your foot

Crushing the delicate bones

But instead of pain

You feel comfort

Comfort knowing you can’t step off the edge

Plunge into the depths

It was you who placed the anvil on your foot in the first place

You who listened to the doubts

The naysayers

That anvil keeps you safe

But if you’ll only pick it up

Toss it over the side

Inch your toes forward

Let them dangle over the edge

The fear begins to transform

Emerging from a chrysalis

Becomes a kaleidoscope of butterflies

As these beautiful insects flutter in your stomach

Your heels will lift

Your toes will rise

And if you’ll only take a step

They’ll carry you down gently

Past the doubt

Past the fear

And place you softly on the doorstep of your dreams

Knock

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Warning, Butterflies Ahead

Your perfume should be called Warning, Butterflies Ahead

Printed on a yellow label

When I smell it I picture a sharp curve sign

Telling me to turn the corner slowly so I don’t get lightheaded on approach