The journey continues as my strength fades.

I’ve spent all this time running around my head, from station to station, topic to topic. I’ve been trying to find the cure, build a plan, box it all up and move it on out. I’ve planned, I’ve remained awake all through the night, I’ve sauntered into my imagination and plucked the reality that strains my last nerve. I’m ready, I’m moving forward… and yet, this little piece of self-doubt still opens its greedy little eyes whenever I take another step forward. I’m still failing, I’m still weakened as I do not stand tall, I’m still fading beneath the waves. I’m still making my way to the beach, still fighting furiously against the currents that only reach my knee, still sinking into the sand at every pause. The sun warms by back as I stare into the eyes of my shadow. I’ll make it there someday soon, as long as I can envision the shore.