Beginnings

I stand at the very beginning of my life – 
this is how I feel at 25. 
I stand on the precipice of something new, 
something bright, a moment of my life 
that holds incredible potential. 
I stand atop a cliff, 
yearning to set off and fly, 
but always with the fear that I might fall 
and crash 
in the back of my mind. 
I stare at the clouded void, 
then turn round and walk away – 
but my feet on the path 
bump into something solid and dark. 
A plank of wood, on the ground vertically. 
'T is but one stair, and I can start ascending 
and if I get tired I can rest, 
before setting off and up again.