My mind has been somewhere up in the clouds
thoughts fizzling around in my eyes with wonder and uncertainty of what is to come
Choices seem too hard to make
Not because I will be wrong or right,
but rather I do not know which I want to devote myself to.
I do not know how to get to my destination.
I do not know what is on the road of travel.
I do not know how many times I will fall.
I do not know how many times I will have to stand back up.
But I do know, so well, that I will make it there.
I see now that my dreams are valid
After a night of crying, wonder, prayer, consideration-- I understand that I am not wrong. I was overwhelmed, but that is a gift in this mindset of mind.
To think of my passions and know all can be achieved
That is a bliss.
Like snow covering a window to a view of mountaintops,
Like soil attempting to keep a flower from blooming,
Like the sun hiding behind the horizon,
I view the world now as smaller pictures in a collage.
I am liberated.
Weight escapes my shoulders, perhaps sprouting wings.
And now I see that through the gates of thoughts
The road to the destination is within reach.
I extend my arm, and that is the first step.