I’d just moved west, a brand-new scene,
Fresh start in Scottsdale, desert clean.
Alone but open, heart unsure,
Seeking something bold and pure.

 

In Ross, just browsing, killing time,
A question sparked—was it a sign?
"Which store is best?" I asked with flair,
She smiled—Albertsons was there.

 

Her beauty struck me like a flame,
No words for how she lit my brain.
My mind screamed, "Man, don’t let her go!"
But fear rose up to tell me “no.”

 

Holy moly and jeepers weepers,
Fear can grip like silent reapers.
But courage whispers, soft and light—
One small step can make it right.

 

I stalled, I paced, I almost fled,
What if she laughed? What if she said—
"You're not my type"? The thought was loud.
But something deeper stood unbowed.

 

I didn't force myself to win,
Just took a breath and let fear in.
I named it softly, not with shame,
Eleven whispers, claimed by name.

 

Holy moly and jeepers weepers,
Fear can grip like silent reapers.
But courage whispers, soft and light—
One small step can make it right.

 

The shaking passed, my shoulders square,
I scanned the aisles—she’s still there.
Not perfect, "good enough" for me,
Took one bold step to set me free.

 

So don’t wait long to feel so sure—
Let courage walk you through that door.
Confidence will come in stride,
When you’ve got courage on your side.

 

Holy moly and jeepers weepers,
Fear can grip like silent reapers.
But courage whispers, soft and light—
One small step can make it right.