The Distance

I find myself,

Staring into the distance

Far past the things that are right before me

In order to see beyond and above..

There is a space, between me and the distance

That cannot be bridged

Simply by… waiting and staring…

So I buckle down to begin

This journey was not made for the faint of heart

It means ripping from yourself all the strength and courage

And pressing it into action,

To run with the wind

And race against the tide.

It means taking every ounce of your heart

And giving it over

Completely and totally

In love, and in life.

And the edge of the distance

Drops down into the unknown

Because as far as I can see and predict

There is so much more I will never know

And it grabs me like an iron fist

Choking me into submission

But I will never give in

The desert storm blows through me

Leaving scars of sand

Time may ravage me, or steal what I have to offer

But it can never win, because for one more second

It is mine, to prevail, to control.

I stare… I see… I wonder…

The distance is wide, overwhelming

Vast, and surpasses time… and space.

It is the rising enemy, it is… the attempt.

I step forward… one... small… step…