By Shilpa Manoj
I stood on the couch with a gleam in my eye,
The next one across was my target to try.
I braced for the leap with a wild little grin,
Fueled by cookies i had gobbled within.
My sugar-charged state gave courage and might,
A superhero's heart in the soft morning light.
Back then, the jumps were just part of the game,
No fear in my mind, no worry, no shame.
Those moments are treasure- they still feel right,
I soared through air like a bird in flight.
Leaping from cushions, couch to chair,
With nothing but laughter and crumbs in my hair.
The leaps now feel larger, the ground far below,
I plan every move, afraid just to go.
My feet are still ready, but doubt fills my chest,
I have traded my instinct for logic and rest.
Will i land where it's safe or miss and descend?
Will i crash in space i can't comprehend?
I long for the child who leapt with no doubt,
No questions, no "what ifs", no fear to shout.
I wish for that moment when faith led the way,
When every hard thing turned out okay.
To jump, unafraid through whatever life throws,
And leaps are the gifts that the journey bestows.