Around and around, I walk in my circle.
One foot in front of the other.
Carefully placed, no space for error.
Head tucked in quiet concentration.
I didn’t realize until it was too late.
I’ve destroyed it with an absent mind.
That thing in my path.
Guilt sways my steady forward march.
Hesitation in every precise step.
I can’t let it happen again.
Slower and slower my pace goes.
Until it goes nowhere.
A fear of failure.
A fear of moving on.
I let it bind me in place.
I can’t recall the next step.
I am stuck, frozen.
Waiting for something to shove me from behind.
To take my hand and pull me along.
Waiting to be forced back into life.
Picture is from Pintrist