I stand before the open door,
But fear has chained me to the floor,
A world beyond, so wide, so vast,
Yet all I see is shadows cast.

The sunlight spills upon the ground,
It whispers soft, without a sound,
But in my chest, a storm begins,
A thousand fears, a thousand sins.

What if the wind is sharp and cold?
What if my heart is too bold?
What if the world outside's too loud,
And I am swallowed by the crowd?

The threshold looms, a fragile line,
Between the peace I claim as mine,
And all the endless, unknown skies,
That flicker, tremble in my eyes.

I reach, I stop, I breathe, I stall,
The air grows thick, the walls grow tall,
And though I long to break away,
I'm rooted here, afraid to stray.

So here I wait, beneath the light,
Where dreams and fears both cling so tight,
A step away, a world begins,
But all I feel is fear’s sharp pins.

Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll be brave,
And let the open sky behave,
As something soft, as something kind—
But today, I stay confined.