Hook In Hand

In a bout with my fear, I cant run.

I must choose to face, what will be my toughest hurdle.
If I can do this, pull it off, I can do anything.

It's all about freewill and who you are.
Your desires and needs, tempered by discipline, self restraint.
Their must be nothing like being at one with who you are.
Finally settling, to fill that void within.
To understand your foundation, what you have to build upon.
 Accept and move on.

Do you see yourself, do you know who you are.
Can you feel your feet press in the sand, as you walk along a beach,
or do you hear the thunder in your head pushing out.
Can you run along side your dreams, keep up with your own pace,
think on your toes in that moment of need.

Suddenly awake, your standing alone in a field,
left to right, all around, nice cut grass.
A hundred yards ahead, towers a chain link fence ten stories high.
In your hand, you hold an iron hook.
You must climb that fence to get to the other side.
Bravely, you step forward,
swing that hook high above your head, into a link in the fence.
With hook in hand, you start the climb.
At first, the climb is easy.
But the higher you go, the looser the fence is.
By the time you almost reach the top,

the fence is so loose, it bow's back, arched over your head,

as you hang, vertical to it's side.

Far below you, is that dark green field,
shadowed by cloud cover.