For the Tribe

You, who are true friends
Coax me to come out into the clearing
And I, like a curious deer,
Step out with one foot.
But no, I am afraid of open spaces
I know the forest well,
The forest which has hidden me from your view
Except for occasional glimpses.
My voice calls out.
Though I do not hear it,
You do.
Oh how I want to fill the clearing
With my voice,
And join it with yours
In unfathomable harmony.
I reach out.
You take my hands
And with your help,
I gratefully walk out
And find my place in the world.



© Teresa Cochran