pushing out.

webdings.
remind her of wings, grounded
and she relates;
binding herself back with nagging
self doubt
financial worry
confusion about the "right" path

starting life anew
she crawls towards the baby steps
unsure if any of these risks are
altogether worth it and really
after all, being coddled is quite
pleasant.

her hunger begins slowly
and gnaws silently
and without notice
until the time when it is suddenly
not so soft, not soft at all.
nor is she.

she must swallow fear
stand up inside of herself
and walk right on out,
the world is awaits.