I'm worried —
I may have to destroy myself,
to walk down the path I've chosen,
that who I am today —
is not up to the journey ahead,
that fear,
makes every step further,
that much more precarious,
maybe that's every journey —
casting away the weight,
that keeps you stuck,
I don't know who may be me —
when we reach our destination,
I only hope we will be someone,
who can see I to I,
to be someone full of compassion —
for those still walking their paths,
someone I needed.