She stood there, alone.

Stripped naked, bare, fearful

of a solitary stare.

Frozen momentarily on the threshold

of that first tentative step,

out of the warm embrace of the darkness

into the soulless glare

of an abyss of nothingness.

One, that stretched endlessly,

inviting yet threatening.

Filled with bright infinite possibility,

darkened by the hidden unknown,

unseen, undiscovered.

She stood there, alone.

Stripped naked, bare, fearful.

A soft tingle of excitement

trembled through her,

as she stared,

at the vast canvass,

stretched out before her.

Bold and bare,

and that first tentative footprint

hovering there.

Waiting.