Age twenty seven
A part of me longs for success,
yet cannot find its source.
Another part searches endlessly
for everything that is wrong with me,
while overlooking
what has always been right.
I spend so much time
trying to repair my broken pieces
that I forget
to build from my strengths.
The future remains hidden.
I don’t know what I truly want,
only that I keep asking
my Beloved
to show me the way.
I stand before countless paths,
each asking to be chosen
I am uncertain of them all
yet I know
remaining still
is its own decision.
So I will choose.
Not because I am certain
but because movement
is kinder than stagnation.
At the end of the day,
perhaps it doesn’t matter
whether this is the life
I dreamed of.
To live,
to survive,
we all find a way
to place food upon the table
and perhaps,
while walking that road,
we discover
what we were searching for
all along.