A Glance Poem

I have journeyed in to find myself,

And now I find myself—

Moving outside myself.

I bathed in the waters of my soul,

Refreshing and cool,

But I am hesitant.

Unsure of this next step,

Uncertain of this new personhood, 

And its existence when I step outside.

Worrying that I will again listen,

To the cacophony of voices,

And give in to their judgment.

Just a glance,

A glance,

Just, one more glance.