You sit with all you want to change
Held back by fears you rearrange
But nothing shifts by standing still—
A dream requires your active will
The chair beneath you grows too tight
The walls feel closer every night
Your breath becomes a quiet plea
For places you were meant to be
Rise gently into your own power
Walk out of your hesitant hours
The door unlocks when you draw near—
Your presence is the only key here
The future waits for feet—
For motion not for prayer
Move toward your next horizon;
Your guiding path is there