funny how a song I
once belted from the
top of my lungs -
pure six-year-old child, who
could have no
proper comprehension of such a
way of feeling torn
between two directions -
no clear indication as to
which is the better option
of the two;
has now become the
most prevalent question in her
current state of affairs -
should I stay or
should I go?
//
if I go, I might be in
peace -
if only for a moment or two
but if I stay, I might soar
as high as this free-flying raven, who
on this day of wind,
surrenders to an
invisible force
where would you take me,
Universe -
if I learned to let go and
released all control?
if I became a raven of my own, and
wings spread wide,
went with the ever-changing tide of
life;
what then, would you provide?
//
answers I'll never have,
unless I finally submit
but if there's anything I've
learned in these
recent rollercoaster years -
when torn between two choices and
not a clue of what to do
there's reason for indecision -
likely, there's nothing you must do
but to have faith as you wait
clouds of confusion
will be cleared, and
as they are
over yonder,
on the horizon,
a third option will
ever so slowly
begin to appear
//
once it registers
in your vision
all indecision will,
in an instant,
disappear
tread slowly and
lightly, my dear
your golden opportunity is
nearly here
About the Creator
Skylar Whitney
Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
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