Sprinting in the dark

towards an ominous finish line.

Don’t know whose voice to listen to,

not even sure which is mine.

 

Ghoulish voices tell me to stop and rest,

because only disappointment lies ahead.

O’ how nice would it be

to repose with the dead?

 

What is there left to give?

What is there left to receive?

What’s the point of taking the chance

if .it’s for something I might never achieve?

 

Anything can be on the other side:

Discomfort, pain, trauma, disappointment, death,

or all my fears

merged into a goliath.

 

Far from my comfort zone,

and I hate how it feels.

Then reality starts to suffocate me,

so I begin to kneel.

 

Then I begin to sit

and let out a sigh of fatigue.

I start to wonder if I’m chasing nightmares

disguised as dreams.

 

As I launch into mental breakdown

it begins to be shown,

my unrelenting agitation

and fear of the unknown.

 

But tests are apart of life,

and I did not come to fail.

I pick myself up

and let out an exhale.

 

Some risks are challenging, but there’s always an award

The feeling of accomplishment

knowing what’s on the other side of the door

and my newfound confidence.