LEAPING ... or slipping away? After so long and so much effort, It finds you, that always elusive dream That you thought could never happen, And you suddenly realize that your Comfort zone was failure. That you Spent all those years giving your all, And secretly watching the final loops Unraveling as if on cue. Complaining All the way, lamenting every defeat, Yet quietly and oddly content to relapse Back into the way you were. But hadnt You known that youd slyly taken the Winning cards out of the deck from The first deal, and not bid when you Were sure of winning the pot? Of course It had another name ~ chance or risk Or keeping what you had? And wasnt That nagging, strangely uncomfortable Feeling there, What if I win it all? What if I have to change forever My image of not quite good enough? To actually hold your lifes dream, Your victory, in your hands? Ah,what would be left after reaching Out and finally catching the Golden Ring, What new pursuit could there be? And What of the familiar cushions of failure, With just enough gain to have taken A few steps? You could no longer complain, Or point an accusing finger at unexpected Fate, or someone else, no, the weight of Success is upon you now. Of course you Could deliberately stumble, or wait just A bit too long, and pretend to be surprised Or disappointed, in ever clearer attempts To fool yourself. You stand awkwardly now, And admit it, unsure, at a pivotal and oddly Mocking stage in your lifes grand quest, Where you are free to choose your own future, Alone, to shyly slip (slipping?) onto the Left fork of failure, your default mode of Habit and even a concealed choice ~ or The upward right fork to your Success, And the victory that youve always claimed Was one of your life goals, and your hearts Rest. There, in the unsettling wilderness of Your long awaited or long avoided choice, You straddle both forks of your trail, wondering About yourself, or if yo can change and let go Of assumed unworthiness, and the dark cloak Of it that youve worn as an almost friend. Even As, just over the hill on that right path, around A final turn (so tempting yet why also scary?) Lies your unspoken dream, smiling and waiting, Eager for you to claim it. You stand alone and feel. A soft inner voice asks, Which one? ©Copyright by Bruce William Walters. October 17, 2013 ~ 6:31 pm.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Oct 2013 22:34:36 +0000
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