One at a Time

In the back of my head
The thought insistently echoes:
“Stop now. Leave. You cannot do it.
You’ve gone as far as you can go.”

But then a smaller voice interrupts
Saying, “Probably, but you don’t have to run.
You’ve made it this far; take a single step more,
Let that be your last step, not this one,

You didn’t think you’d make it this far.
You don’t really know what you are,
Or what you are capable of doing.

Try one more round.
Get through today.
Fail and flee tomorrow.”