Why name it

I see the truth and I step on it. Hiding it from myself and the rest of the world. Not gone, not there, but forever lingering in my mind. Unable to move forward to find the new and unable to step back to understand, either would reveal it. With time, steady and constant, an unpredictable weight appears in the now that seemed impossible. Barnacles in the shape of fear have pixelated into a mass that resembles the appendage from my hip to the ground. The ignorance accompanying the passing of time has surrendered control. Bliss, once achieved, no longer available.
Dare I move forward