Pace

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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. 

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