Go to the Light

A poem about my future

I'm at a crossroads

A dead-end road

That leads to a stream

A stream that leads to an ocean?

Or is it just a puddle?

It could be just my mind

Wreaking havoc

With my perception

Of what's real.

In this view that I have

Is a shimmering light

At the end of the stream.

A portal or an ending

Not quite sure.

Nerves overwhelming my

Sense of reality

Not sure if I should head towards it

Or turn around and run.

Onward to the future

Or backwards

To something familiar.

My legs start to tremble

My knees turn to rubber

Suddenly I can't move

Frozen in time.

Mind starts to ponder

What's my next move

So

I lift one leg

I take my first step

Unsure of where it might lead

Into my tomorrow.

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