I am afraid.
I doubt myself.
The voices say:
turn back.
give up.
stay small.

But I won’t.

I move because love is worth it.
Because freedom is worth it.
Because renewal is worth it.

The country I go to
has collapsed
and risen again.
So have I.

I don’t feel heroic.
I don’t feel strong.
I feel human—
anxious, uncertain, trembling.

And still, I go.

Not for glory.
Not for certainty.

But because to remain
would be the greater loss.

And because even the smallest step,
taken with love,
taken with belief,

is enough
to change
everything.