A morning of light
After a “toss and turn” night.
I don’t want to go outside
But I must.
I want to have strength
And I feel weak.
I can’t figure out my next move.
I feel it’s not mine to make alone,
I don’t know what to do.
I fear for my mental health
In case I make the wrong choice.
I am so true to my core,
That anything not serving it
Makes me sick.
Another perspective will call me
Spoiled and stubborn.
I decline this perspective
After years of embracing it.
I need to make my choice,
It’s time and I’m afraid.
No one is holding my hand
As I enter the great hall of choices.
My eyes are covered
And I am in the middle of an intersection,
My path to be determined by
Sound and intuition.
Real life.
I feel I have the answer,
I see it in my mind.
Two people,
Not one.
Movement and stability,
Serenity and excitement.
Endless choices,
Times two.
I wonder if I’m right.
I feel I am.
I don’t know how to propose this
As a plan.
I don’t know the right strategy for me,
There are many distractions.
My mind is flooded with information.
Words are heavy.
Love is light.
Freedom is light.
Things seem unresolvable.
I want to book a flight.
A vacation in a beautiful site.
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