Climbing into the darkness.
That’s how it always starts.
I don’t know where I was beforehand,
and I don’t know why I am pursuing that space above.
My climb up always starts with ease and determination in step.
Right, left, right, left, right until I am left at the top rung.
That’s what I do when I’m uncertain of what to do next,
of whether or not I should continue my march up.
All I am sure of is the darkness, it is everywhere.
Even when I’m not looking, I sense the chill
and heaviness presses on my lungs.
The chill that envelopes and squeezes.
I don’t like the feelings I have here.
I hesitate with trepidation, for myself and for what will become of me
when I step beyond that which I am able to see.
Progress can only be made when movement is forward,
or to that place of unknowns in the dark.
Progress can only be made when progression is achieved
over doing nothing,
It is a more complex entity, that space.
It presents more to chew on.
If you are hungry enough, you will forge your self, your feet, your mark.
Moving on is not scarey, but entering a room,
when before, I was only climbing up to an unknown, unseen space.
It is unexpected, and foreign and presents it’s own set of things to understand.
I have gotten this far, yes, so I suck up all strengths that I once had
and climb into that room. .
I stand alone,
as though a spotlight highlights my entry.
Can it be sensed that I am filled with apprehension?
Can it be that obvious?
The light points out the fact that I am sweating.
The light shows that I am ill-at-ease.
I go no further and stand alone in a room filled with fear.
My fear to climb.
Not a fear of darkness.
I am afraid to better myself, to go up,
I am afraid of success, afraid
to succeed at being anything that is different than how I am now,
a mediocre bystander in the dark
in a room filled with my fears.
-dld january last, 2011, and there will never be another–
ThinkingTen – On Location, Mondays: In a room filled with fear.