Step 8 Poem

Step 8: the hush before the sound,  

A choice awaits on shifting ground.  

Two paths diverge in quiet flame—  

One echoes old, one sings new name.  

Step 8: the mirror cracks to show  

The many selves you’ve come to know.  

Each one a chapter, bold and shy—  

And now, it’s you who learns to fly.  

Step 8: a trembling hand, a gleam—  

You chase not fear, but dare the dream.  

You walk the edge of might and grace,  

And find yourself in that strange place.