I’m ready.

When fleeing turns to falling
And falling turns to flying -
When doors are blown open
And the sky stretches wide -

The moment fear disappears and is replaced with something else,
With something new,
With something that no longer wants to hide.

The sun and the stars line a road so bright it’s blinding
The paths split and twist and turn, begging for unwinding
The leaves of trees and a light’s glare
Just barely mask what’s hiding there

But I am sprinting,
The gas pedal is floored,
And someday soon I will find what I’m looking for.