still shakey but slightly surer.
"come on, dear. you need this. I'll walk beside you, show you the way."
the foot doesn't lift--but it shuffles.
it moves a bit at least.
and nothing bites it, nothing hurts it.
is it safe after all?
shuffle
shuffle
lift. plant. lift.
still tentative, still cautious, but so so close.
it's a beginning
and everything must start somewhere.
as i move forward, guided by my friend...
i wonder at the fact
i may yet learn
to live
to be free
after all.
.