Twenty seven

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.