The Doorway is cracked and I can see the beyond, yet one foot remains planted in it's comfortable shoe on the side it has always known. The side of the door that is familiar and provides.
They tell me that your foot needs a shoe and to keep that shoe you must remain on this side of the door. If you walk through that door, there is no telling where your shoe will end up or if you will keep it at all.
This Shoe is old, 11 years to be exact, and worn. The sole is tired and weary.
Laces are frayed, yet remains intact, this does not mean that it is always safe to walk in.
Worn out treads can create slips and strain on the body.
I feel the strain.
Always admiring others shoes: are they reasonable, sensible, too costly?
I kick the shoe to the wind and see where it lands.
To enter the doorway barefoot and free
Digging my toes and heels into the earth.
This could get messy.
I view the crack in the door - has it opened further since the last time I looked?
At times the mind plays tricks and doubt sounds like the clicking of a lock.
A baby bird standing on a limb learning to fly.
Standing on the limb Stretching my Wings
wiggling my toes
testing the waters
The In-Between at times is messy, yet soon this worn shoe will fly.