The road of change
is not well-lit;
it's the dark corner of the mall parking lot,
way in the back, by the dumpsters.
It is that blind turn on the highway,
the one you take surface streets to avoid.
The road to change hurts,
alternately slippery, thorny and up-hill both ways,
uncomfortable, brutal, mean.
The trickiest part is starting.
The trickiest part is never stopping.
I give You my hand, my hope, my promise.
Let's take the first step together.