Finally, at last, the
hinges rotate.
The anticipation is too
much to take.
My palms are sweaty;
heart is racing.
Before I go on, I notice
I'm pacing.
For years I have longed
to pass on through,
And yet here I am,
unsure what to do.
Do I go in and continue?
Do I stay and wait?
What is it truly; I
anticipate?
Why do I see it there,
before the door?
The fear it lingered
there, I can't ignore.
The door is open and yet
I pause.
I try to move forward,
but can't find the cause.
Have I lost my way, or
is it temporarily hidden?
Do I doubt so much that
happiness is forbidden?
At long last I take a
step, then quickly another.
I can't stop now; I fear
I'll fall over.
I won't turn back and
always wonder why.
I'm going through now,
at least I can say, "I try."
I have always had opportunities, but I always allowed my chances to pass me by because I was to afraid to give it a go. I know I'd be a different person if I would have allowed myself to succeed. Am I alone, or does anyone else feel this way a lot of times?