By Michael W. Raley
I thought by now the path would be made clear
And the course would be set.
Yet, I remain aimless and adrift
On a self-made ocean of obscurity.
I have progressed too slowly;
My patience has worn thin.
I have reached a point
Where I don’t see the purpose of this journey,
As my most desired dreams have not been fulfilled.
Time is of the essence;
My window of opportunity closes a little more each day.
Should I stay on the present course?
Shall I embark on the new and unfamiliar path?
Do I just need to settle on the safe path of unassuming mediocrity?
I try to move forward,
Yet I am being dragged down by the baggage of fear and regret.
I am heart sick, yet remain somewhat hopeful.
As long as I have the day,
As long as I have breath,
I cannot accept defeat.
I must rise up and walk.