Step 2 poem

Step 2: a foot upon the flame,  

A whisper rising into name.  

The wind begins to bend and bow,  

You walk a line you used to plow.  

Step 2: a rhythm finds its place,  

A pulse that beats with quiet grace.  

No longer lost, not yet arrived—  

Just proof that hope has once survived.  

Step 2: a gaze beyond the mist,  

The world unfolding in a twist.  

You know the fears, you've met the doubt—  

And still your soul is stepping out.