Ideas flash like lightning bolts
inviting me to flash along
eyes wide, I twirl in the sparkly glory
imagining, envisioning, dreaming, twirling
Until—
like lightning
it, too, arrives
weighing me to the ground
sparkles fade
and I sit in a puddle of fear
completely still, unsure
questioning, doubting, comparing
Then—
like waves at low tide
a glimmer slowly grows
a whisper
one word:
try! believe!
shaky at first,
steadier with each second
I begin.