A Pilgrim

As I stumble along the rocky road I feel hesitant.
When pilgrims passed this way long ago, did they feel hesitant?

My unquiet mind overflows with doubts and tortuous questions.
My earnest goal of transformation eschews self-indulgent hesitance.

Unrelenting fear of inadequacy is like a hungry ghost wandering,
always wandering, doomed to walk to the threshold blocked by hesitance.

A myopic mind constricts one's broader horizons,
obliterating  others' needs and tolerance for their hesitance.

Inclusion and genuine acceptance of another's unvarnished self
is the first and greatest step toward a transformed life without hesitance.

Take one step, one step at a time, Clare, ahead not sideways.
The path is never straight, but staying the course transcends hesitance.