by Shelby Dorn The road is long and steady. My feet, eager and ready. My head full of fear and ideas, But nothing but support from all my peers. But I have to do this on my own, Venture away from my home. Nobody can take the steps for me, So for myself, tough I must be. It’s not the muscles of my body That are exercised the most. It’s my brain, and the doubts, That play host. What if I fail? What if I fall?
