I see the change coming
up ahead.
I called it from the start.
Abject judgement
and sentencing
for all my past misdeeds.
As if all my crimes
have now caught up with me
and I have a choice to make;
stay and wallow in my guilt,
or keep going through this?
Would it be so bad
to sit and reflect?
Linger on the past
just a moment
and appreciate
the road ahead,
the path,
now clear.
Doesn’t it feel safe,
to give up
and start playing by the rules?
My past behind me,
chases me,
like a charging lion,
and my path in front of me
is not guaranteed one moment.
Stopping now
might mean
never starting again.
I feel the hands of darkness
clutching at me
from my shadow,
as I race towards the Sun.
I’m not dwelling on who I was,
or banking on what I’ve done.
This is a madness,
born of pure momentum.
As the path
narrows here
down to a keyhole,
down
to the eye of a needle;
I pick up speed.
Only in this moment
will I be deemed worthy.
It’s as if,
in some strange convergence,
my past and future are met the same.
As I cross the line,
I experience
all that I have been,
and all I could become.
In that one instant,
what happens after doesn’t matter.
The choice is made.
I’m done wondering.
This is the play.
.
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HG – 2021
