Here's the older poem that I wrote... "So Here I Am"

So Here I am  -- Joseph Cadwell

So here I am. Here... where is that exactly? No idea, nor do I know where I'm to go. On the verge of needing to go somewhere, but I haven't the slightest on where the path is, only aware that if I miss it, I'll fall wondering where and if there is a bottom.

Places. We’re all forced to go. A piece of mind with a push and a shove, I stand in my corner-less room, like a board game I’m only at the beginning meant to finish to the end. No rules; just go. The point of the game is to wander until the end, as the maze forks and paths are chosen, assuming of course that you don’t fall.

Easy. Take a chance; find your way, that’s all they ever say. But what happens when you look back to me, back at the beginning. I’ve moved my piece, yet here it stays, without a vision only a hope, Chances taken, chances failed. Have I fallen, or merely put back to the start?

Failure. One could say starting over is a blessing, being a game you cannot truly lose if you cannot truly fail. But if I cannot manage to get to Step Ten, Starting over doesn’t count, it only feels like I haven’t moved. Chances lost, lessons learned, apparently to not try to move again.

So here I am. Here. At the beginning. Do I move or do I stay? Sitting here where I began, you say I cannot fail so here I be. There’s my chance, or perhaps… I’ll simply fall, perhaps the bottom is simply a way to end the game (and start a new one.)