Step 12 Poem

Step 12: a seed you gently lay,  

For someone else to find their way.  

Not in shouts or blazing trails,  

But in the soft where truth prevails.  

Step 12: your story shifts to song,  

A tune that helps the lost belong.  

You’ve walked through flame, through fear, through night—  

And now you pass along the light.  

Step 12: not end, but open gate,  

A beacon built from love and fate.  

You’ve been the seeker, now the guide—  

With wisdom blooming deep inside.