I see the ground before me.
The ground broken by many feet before mine.
I can see myself walking the same path in my own mind.
I want to go down this same path.

I strain every muscle in my legs to move.
Will my feet to touch the ground and thrive.
I can almost convince myself it is happening.
So close to release.

Hope flies toward the sun.
Faith feels as solid as bedrock.
This could be the miracle I have waited for.
Hope hit the bars of its cage.

My feet remain on my footrest.
Not an inch was gained.
Nothing has changed and my heart falls.
I have failed.

Did I not try hard enough?
Did I not have faith?
Does God not heal the sick and the blind?
Is it something wrong with me?

I cannot blame myself now.
I feel awful for not succeeding, but some part of me already knew this would happen.
There must be some other plan.
Perhaps this just isn’t the path for me.