zone, comfort of

and once she asked me
if i was not scared to cycle through
the city rush

of course i am scared
i am scared shit-less
every time a bike whizzes past me
or a car inches me to the left
i panic
my heat beat rises to a crescendo

but then
can i spend my life sitting
because i am scared?

we started on the same footing,
she and i
and maybe we were equally confused
at one point
backing out of everything
that required
stepping out of comfort zone

and i wonder when it was
that she decided to stay there

just a note
about the importance
of courage,
if you have nothing,
or no one
just the courage
to keep taking the next step
so that you don't get stuck
where rite of passage left you