Pace
Location
Pace.
not back and forth,
Forward.
i set a pace,
and amble steadily on.
there is a road stretched out before me,
long,
with no end
in sight
nor turns
that i can see.
it is dimly lit,
and my
blind eyes can’t see
past the length
of one
pace.
i see friends fade
into darkness
behind
and into the obscure
ahead.
not dark because of Night,
but obscure
because
their path is not
for me to know.
i sometimes look
forward
in excited anticipation
or with a guarded jealousy
as i see others excel,
accomplish Purpose
and reach milestones
i have long
longed to see.
sometimes i sink in despair
i sit
i rest
because i’m tired,
pulled down by discouragement
or apathy
or sadness.
sometimes i want to run,
to sprint,
and reach
for those things,
those places,
where i’ve heard
is happiness
and rest.
sometimes i drive in my heels
and stop.
and will not move.
because i’m afraid
to leave the place
i know how to control.
as people pass
and fall behind,
as i look down at my
small feet,
the short space i can see,
i set a pace,
and must
amble steadily on.