by Nikhita Dodla
Footsteps rush to and fro,
I pay no attention because I know where I have to go.
I used to be lost, but now I’m free,
My shackles have been shattered by the key.
Uncertainty lies before me as steady as an old oak tree,
But I welcome it with open arms, as ready as I will ever be.
You can see me stumble,
You can see me fall,
But you will watch me get up and stand through it all.