FOLLOW

So this is it,

You're standing

Upright and staring into the sharp silver glow

Of your future.

The jaws of the abyss pulling you

From behind like a gaping maw,

While you struggle to follow the light.

This is it.

Forward or back?

Falling would be so easy,

But standing feels hard,

And gaining any traction or forward momentum,

Up until now, has been exhausting,

Impossible, exasperating.

So you spin on your heels,

And you teeter on the edge.

Right now, it's so hard for you

To get your head around the fact

That your silver lining has finally begun

To cover your cloud.

Doubts creep in,

Am I worthy?

Can I do it?

Am I capable?

Do I deserve it?

You look down and realise that there's a gap forming,

And ever growing space

Between the burgeoning silver

And that damned gaping maw at your back.

You realise now it’s time to jump.

So you push yourself back on your heels,

You force yourself to stop spinning.

You step back,

You focus on the glint that's in front of you

And you leap,

You launch yourself into the blue,

Without ever looking back.

 You decide that this is your time.

You feel the savage  grasp

of the murky past loose its grip on you,

As you soar across the space between your ‘then’

And your ‘soon to be’.

You land, flat footed in the dusty present,

A road set out before you,

With twists and turns and hills and sign posts,

All laid out at your feet, right there in the glare.

You look back to see the ghost of the past

Still clawing after you,

Left smaller in the wake of you.

You think, 'he's not so scary from way over here'.

So you face forward, head high, chest out, feet itching,

You set your sights on the end of this road you've landed on,

And you set off, trudging into the dusky grey,

And you begin to follow the light.