Fear and Daring

I look at you, so uncertain, so unsure.
To you a fault, to me just another beautiful facet.
I think, I wish, I want to reassure.
I want to tell you everything will be ok.

I look in the mirror.
Suddenly I realize that maybe I'm the one who' s scared, uncertain.
At once so eager to explore
and yet paralyzed to my core.

I think I know, but I fear too much.
It could be as close to perfection as we'll ever know.
But I know where else it could go.
And that is why I fear.

Do I leap? Do I dare?
People do it every day.
It should seem small, commonplace.
But perhaps the difficulty is telling in itself.

I face the enigmatic path.
Do I dare? Is it there?