There is something sacred in first times.
The act of courage
When you don’t know
What lies beyond the line.
The rush of adrenaline,
The hush that follows,
Those trembling hearts,
The wounds and scars.
But there is something sacred in first times.
The fear that lingers
Long after the fall,
The moment that flickers
Like a dying glow.
That second you remember
You were never in control,
And faith was all you had to keep your soul.
But there is something sacred in first times.
And it will never come again.
No chance to have another first—
Everything else
Becomes second or third.
You’ll miss it or you’ll make it,
Either way, you held it…
And then it’s gone.