My Seven Year Fixation

I remember the first time I walked near the cliff;
And subsequently the 7 years of attempts that followed

Unearth rocks beneath my feet
rolling along each time I treaded softly toward the edge.

As clear as day I can recall peaking below;
In utter awe at the abyss that lay beneath

The sun shining above my head;
Each time seeming to serve as an illumination of that which lie...

Somehow my subconscious only recognizing the vertical inhibitions;
That if left unchanged would spell my demise.

Sweat perspiring, dripping from my brow
Matriculating its distance closer and closer to those rolling rocks,
As my head sunk lower and lower.

I digressed, each time, assuming my fate;
as that of the rolling rocks as they fell to the uncharted abyss below.

Releasing my inner self,
not an option for those 2555 days;

Until the day my brow raised.
Until the day the rocks became only a sound.
Until the day my feet pounded the mountain.
Until the day my subconscious became 3 dimensional.
And until the day the sweat of 7 years had to take a longer route to its destination.

My head had risen;
And I saw the sun's true light;
It's true intention;
Not to illuminate the abyss;
But to bring forth new direction.. onward and upward;

No longer will the fear of 7 years keep me bound.
Bound to fear.
Bound to potential.
Bound to unexplored thoughts
Bound to ignorance.

For I have found that this cliff is my mental prison;
And the wondrous skies are my endless dreams;

So I take a few steps back;
Tighten the knots in my shoes;
Take off the parachute of shouldas, couldas, and wouldas...
Hearing the harmonic sounds of my feet pounding the ground as I approach my fears,
with no apprehension of that which is to come.

It's not that I was afraid to fail;
It's that I was afraid to succeed beyond measure.