Onward March

When first I entered,

safe and complacent I walked.

Though chased by my own perfect image

I did not quicken my step.

I am in control.

Anxiety and fear talk,

near they follow and taunt

at my trembling lip, still I walk.

'Mind over matter' said the whispers in the dark.

I hide behind false strength

as my thoughts are not my own,

and my words are no better.

I could leave, I know,

and go back the way I came.

Pained, I breathe and continue on my way

to not loose the steps I've gained.