Sledge Hammer vs Wall - The space between

I laboured up the stairs to my mom to pick up J a couple days ago, and as I ascended these seventy odd stairs, with each muscle burning step I thought to myself; have I succeeded with breaking down this wall with my huge, heavy sledge hammer, have I gotten over my hurdle, is this Berlin wall still standing, has it been at least cracked.

I'm no longer on this treadmill of emotional recession, circling the stadium ad infinitum; but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm not yet where I want to be. It feels like the wall has fallen and I am standing looking over at the other side reluctant to walk across. But I have enjoyed every swing and every impact of that sledge hammer on that god damn wall. My legs feel like lead; but I'm strong and they raise slowly, but they raise none the less.

As I type this I smile; this is not what I intended to type, I wrote down what I wanted to post first like I usually do; but my writer had other plans (Hadron would laugh at this). Fuck it, I'm ready to walk across, I'm in a much better space. It won't be a straight path with road signs to warn me of danger or point me in the right direction; but I love to walk, so yeah, shoulders square, chest up, head held high, back to the wind, I'm walking on this path, my path, and I'm going to enjoy it.

YEAH! Keep Walking.