I was called to make a pilgrimage
But I would be a stranger in a strange land
I'd traveled all my life, to extraordinary places
But this pilgrimage was a different kind of travel
I would be going inward to discover myself
Who would I find?
What might interfere with my clarity?
What obstacles would I face?
And by the end, who would I become?
I decided the only way out was through
And took my next First Step
I let myself go
And found my joy.