The Decision, A Poem

The Decision

A path, lain in rough terrain,

Reaching up where fog forbids i see,

This is the road you say that you

Did once lay out for me.

Eyes that strain dare call it as such

A "road" seems far gracious a name

Fainted winding through rock and toil

It argues to your claim.

Reaching up, looming over me

It makes no sense to tread

To step one foot on such a ground

No matter what you've said

Where it leads is mystery,

What I see fights my logic,

My options feed an angry mind

And cause me to sit so tragic.

Still in the mist I hear you call

Your voice is calm and sure

With a power working against my mind

A sweet and sound allure.

One step is all i need to make

One moment to decide

To trust a promise though I see

No reason for this stride.

Yet as my feet put to the ground

Another step comes clear

In fact it lights up soundly

And wins battle ore my fear.

My limbs are burning now to stretch

But somehow growing stronger

Becoming anxious to move on,

To journey ever longer.

Then, oh, the lifting fog revealing

What I could not before then see

A place to sit in green and sun

To rest and drink and breathe.

More still than this I turn to look

And gasp how high and far

Each little step in cumulation

Can bring one to where you are.

The journey brings it's promise

To life with every stride

Just one foot and then the other

With stability you provide.

More than all my heart is pounding

My lungs are bout to burst

My mind grows clear and focused

More than ever at the first.

I am living! I am striving!

I am joyful in the way!

How could I have wanted other?

To sit and sulk and stay?

So step into the toil my feet!

Enjoy each burning stride!

Till finally the last fog lifting,

In peace and pasture hide.

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