The Challenge

I push and push
until my body can't take any more.
I fight my lids
but my brain starts closing the door.
I try to focus
but my mind will have none of it.
I want to run
but my thoughts tell my legs to sit.
This challenge
is presented to me so unfairly
at a time that I
feel I can succeed everso rarely.
I know what is asked
and it scares me so very greatly.
I know the goal
and how my grasp of it escapes me.
I can't help
but think of the outcome of failure.
I can't help
but fret the consequences so major.
I can't help
but doubt my very abilities to do it
and I can't help
but think I can't put myself through it.
I need a plan
but the fear brings the body paralysis.
I need a plan
but my mind is too scared for analysis.
I can't run
because the endeavor is already here.
I can't run
because already come true is my fear.
I must escape
before my fate is sealed in the manor I thought.
I must escape
before my destiny becomes all that I ever fought.