My version of the Patrick Overton poem...I Believed
When I came to the edge of all the light that I had and I had to take a step into the darkness of the unknown, I truly believed that one of two things would happen to me; either there would be something to stand on, or, I would be taught how to fly.
And as I stood at the edge of that mountain, trembling in fear, tears streaming down my face, I leaned into the wind…
and began to soar.
~Susan 2010
