Stuck To Leap

      I used to want to leap real high. And gather air and speed and fly.
     I was excited to start this journey, until you came- and made me worry.
You tell me I must make the leap
     then hold me tightly by the sleeve
        and say for errors I'll make many
           Making me feel far ready.
You tell me I am growing up
    and leaping far is but a jump
        But when I try to jump you call
            I'll fail the jump and then I'll fall. 
You tell me leaping is my fate
    for it is good to leave a place
       And yet you grab me by the hair
           And say that I'm not well prepared.
You tell me leaping is devine
   and so I crouch, but every time
      you grab my ankles when you say
         I'll probobally not survive the way.
You tell me this so i'm prepared.
    and for the jump I won't be scared.
       But now with beating heart I stop-
          I doubt the leap I used to want.