On the Line

So I stand here,

Facing the fear,

Staring down the here and now,

Take a bow.

 

Time to run,

Time once again to succumb,

To come undone,

To crash like Icarus into the sun,

To be the one that might have been,

To slip away unseen,

Golden possibilities fading like a dream.

 

Not this time.

 

Time to be me,

To be free,

To be all that I want to be,

To throw the fears from which I flee,

Into the sea,

Write the poetry of victory.

 

So I stand here,

Facing the fear,

Staring down the here,

And now,

Take a bow.

Get set go.

 

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