That time you waited for,
as you held arms tight at your side, saving the hug for
next time.
That time you closed the tab querying the interesting new pathway you discovered, thinking
you were not ready.
That time you told yourself everyone else was better so you
shouldn’t go try.
Now is the time.
Do what it is that sings mightily from your soul
rising as it is over
the anxiety that is filtering through our atmosphere.
This, this singing, the song of the future.
It comes now boldly-
not knocking, not inviting;
demanding.
Now is the time.