Step 6 Poem

Step 6: the air begins to sing,  

A tremble in the turning wing.  

What once was shadow now is shine,  

A spark reborn from old design.  

Step 6: the climb reveals its cost,  

But nothing sacred’s ever lost.  

You’ve stitched the storm into a thread,  

And sewn it through the paths you’ve tread.  

Step 6: a shift beneath your skin,  

A fire soft and fierce within.  

No longer chasing what might be—  

You’ve found the truth: you’ve learned to see.