the sticking point

I’m screwing up
my courage. my therapist says
that no one ever feels brave
enough to do something they’re
afraid to do, that the act
comes first. you have to do
something brave, and then you become
the person that was brave enough
to do the thing
that you were so afraid to do. if you wait
until you feel brave enough to try it,
it will never happen. so the sticking point
doesn’t really exist. put a pin
in me like a butterfly,
I’m done with waiting. wishing
and hoping is killing me, so I guess
it’s time to try throwing myself
on this grenade. wish me
luck! I’ll need it.