I want to move.
My feet feel planted.
Stilled by an unforseen force.
I can't go.

I want to go.
But wanting isn't enough.
If I 'will' myself, perhaps.
As they say, the 'will' will provide a way.

Can I do it?
Is it fear cementing me here?
Is my own doubt in myself keeping me still?
I believe so.

I don't want to doubt.
I want to believe.
In myself.
For my God.
For others.
For me.