Pushing your limits,
every step
the next iteration.
Moving forward
as you race ahead
into a Darkness
of unknowingness,
where all things are shrouded
in mystery,
in a finite realm
where existence
dilates to merely
step, step, kick.
The burn, the road
ahead of you calls you,
A siren's-song
you must heed.
That stopping
is not an option,
knowing that you must keep taking
those steps.
each step tantamount to sanity,
survival, even progress.
Because growth only comes
by moving forward,
not by moving back
and that no matter what happens,
the next step is more important
because the last,
the past,
is condemnatory,
is capital
and sentences
are suspended
by the strictest judge,
your own self,
as long as you keep on
running.
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Ruben Willis
I am a published poet, father, gamer, aspiring full-time writer, husband and caregiver. Clearly, never enough free time. :p
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