The ice-fresh breath of change
brushes the skin at my brow.
Chilling.
Chiding.
Challenging me.
Do I engage
or do I flee?
The warm safe cage of habit
awaits me.

Closing my eyes,
I step forward.
Grasping the bony hand of tomorrow,
chance invites me to walk
a path untread by fearful feet.

No guarantees.
No promises.
Yet my heart opens
to the way forward.