Not there yet

I feel this weakness in my knees,
but I walk a path I am sure of.

I am sure of the path, but not sure of myself.
I’m dying to be courageous, but I am not there yet.

I step with confidence, still doubting every step. Trying to clear my mind, breathing pure soul, but I am not there yet.

Dreaming of fearlessness, I become the dream.
I become what I never was, so I start believing in me.

I start believing, and that’s all that I get.

With all the courage I gathered, even with conquering all that really mattered, no, I am not there yet.