I have seen to find myself in limbo…again
I always seem to trail back to this corner of my mind.
A small cave where I’m lost.
I sit here and ponder.
Who am I?
What do I do next?
Should I not?
The walls are filled with questions and visions.
So many things run through my head I begin to feel anxious
Am I doing enough?
Am I doing too little?
What’s my next move?
Sometimes I rather not think at all.
I curl up in the darkness of my cave and just lay there waiting.
Consumed by the emptiness in my head I begin to fall further.
But than a light shines.
My skin goes from cold to warm.
Inspiration trickles through my veins.
I’m filled with a sense of optimism, strength and hope.
Ideas flow through my head and I must capture them as if they’re fish.
Quickly before they fade into the river of the forgotten.
My hands itch for a pen and paper (Or a keyboard).
All these possible dreams inside me are begging to come to life.
I have these thoughts however I’m too afraid to try.
What if I fail?
What if I succeed?
And what if I’m haunted by what if’s for the rest of my life?
My body trembles with determination.
I’m done playing in the kiddie pool.
It’s time to throw away the floaties.
Time to crawl out of my cave and into the world.
To dive in.
Sink or swim.
I choose to try.