It's like tip-toeing towards the edge of a cliff, where a pit of despair is much too close a reality.
Look past the doubt, look past the fear.
Realize your ideal is illusory and false,
or else no strenuous effort will allow me to reach that unreachable height.
Open your eyes, see your heart is already opened.
Cherish what this is - for what it is rather than what it is not,
or else I will never stand a chance.
Stop trying to ruin a good thing, a God-given gift.
Let your mind let go of what you've thought you needed, based on what you've known
or else I could never live up to that impossible standard.
Let your character be stretched, let your heart be pained at times,
for that sting and the stretch make the joys much more vibrant and the love that more deep.
Let your fears be conquered, let your heart be at ease, may your trust be restored. Let love win.
And until then, I tip-toe towards the end of the cliff - knowing there is darkness in the pit below, but letting the hope that you've built a bridge across it worth the risk.