Beginnings

A poem about how all beginnings are difficult, and round.

All beginnings are hard,
so where do we start?
We know where we want to be
yet, have no clue as to how we can get
from point A to Z.

Fear and uncertainty
overwhelms.
I say,
take it all in
like round beginnings.
Where it doesn't matter
at which point we
start or end.

Like circles
we can go deeper into that which we began
Or create simultaneous spirals
connected, no matter
the direction in which we choose to make it grow.

Yes, beginnings are hard.
But they're also round
and ripe
full of possibilities
overflowing with the unknown
throbbing with life.