Empty Room

The highest chance of flopping

is when you take the first step—

when the ground beneath you

isn't ground at all

but air,

and the world waits to see

if you'll fly or fail.

You fumble,

not because you're foolish,

but because you're first.

No footprints to follow,

no well-worn path—

only questions echoing

in an empty room.

Hands shake,

voices whisper,

and doubt slithers close,

hissing,

"Who do you think you are?"

But isn't that the point?

To answer by doing—

by daring—

by drowning the whispers

with action.

Yes, you may flop.

Spectacularly.

But in the ruins of the first attempt,

you'll find the blueprints

for the second.