I stand at a crossroads. An ending in my life
A beginning again.
Myriad paths stretch out before me, shrouded in light and opportunity
Cloudy and unclear despite my straining to determine their destinations.
Which do I take, and how far can I go?
The path of least resistance, cliché and safe these last years,
Do I still remain able to conform and fit desperately into the niche so carefully carved?
Can I follow in the footsteps of the stampede of many
And remain content to be another face in the crowd?
Nondescript and inconspicuous, going through life as just another?
Dare I take up the task and strike out on my own,
Leaving behind what I’ve been for so long to find a new me?
Different and stronger?
Failure nips at my heels, herding me back to where I was before
Pushing me down the road I’ve walked countless times.
Fear is my shadow on this journey with no light to show the way.
Consuming me.
Embracing me.
A bitter taste on the back of my tongue, acrid and thick.
Fear holds me close
A lover’s embrace, whispering in my ear
As I curl in on myself and wonder.
Question, desire, yearn.
Always wonder, but always waiting.
Held back.
Curled up on the crossroads, I remain
Still questioning myself.