The Choice

There is no faith without doubt
No courage without fear
No way forward without obstacles
These are the trials,
the way of man.
There can be no gain without loss
No love without hate
We cannot recognize light without dark
Here we find ourselves stumbling
before we can run again.
The edge defines us
There we must balance
To fall over either side
is to lose perspective,
to lose self.
We cannot retreat
without losing something within.
Forward we are called
Tiptoeing across oblivion
where we are defined
Stretched across moments
Forged solid and straight
or bent and unsteady.
Ahead is the way
Now is the choice
and it means everything.

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