Travelin' Man

I crawl.
Not sure enough of my own will to stand.
Not sure enough of what lies inches ahead of me.
Restless because dormancy is no more an option.
Curious cause with every moment life moves so much closer,
That I can almost reach out and touch it.

I walk.
With each stride, I am more confident of the person I can become.
Freedom is in every motion.
Will is in the strength to stand and accept that freedom.
Steady that with every step forward I move away from the past,
And one step closer to the future.

I run.
Exploding into the unknown.
Because the world is too vast for me to reach in time if I walk.
Because the collage of experiences should whip against my face in the wind.
Through the changes and obstacles life has thrown at me,
Cause they can only trip you up if you are slowing down.

I walk.
Too tired of running away from situations.
Muscles tense from years of pushing too hard.
Moral low from having so many dreams deterred.
Eyes weary from the blur of color,
Ready to distinguish the lessons learned from those that were not.

I crawl.
Too feeble to stand on my own.
Too ashamed to ask for help from a friend.
Not yet ready for whatever is past that finish line.
Realizing that in the time it took to read this poem,
Everything can all come to an end.