Stepping Stones

I take steps.

Tiny steps.

One

           Step 

                       At

                               A

                                      Time.

I don't want to break you

Or this.

I take baby steps

One

           By

                    One.

I'm scared

But that's not going to get us anywhere.

Actually

I'm terrified.

But I keep taking

s

     t

           e

                  p

                         s

Like stepping stones

To us.

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QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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