Liminal,
the present already
shifting, slipping, fading,
yet this impulse to cling
to familiarity
pervades.

Daunted,
point of no return closing in,
unknowns creating undercurrents
of ambiguity, infusing moments
as they pass.

Bolstered,
recalling previous iterations of myself
on long past thresholds,
hesitating in-between,
stepping across despite
my fear.

Held,
sustained within my own
gentle reassurance,
yet still wondering how to bless
the ending and the beginning
in the same breath.