Tiptoeing

Tiptoe through life

     Afraid of what’s next?

I sit on a rock and time passes…

     The hard surface reminds me of some people’s hearts.

Only the gentle, endless waves of the lake and the birds’ voices break the silence.

     I’m not certain if they bring me peace or agitation.

They break my thoughts though and I must refocus.

     I must DECIDE.

Which path will I take?

     Dare I move?

Am I on my own?

     Who can guide me?

Dare I think for myself?

     What’s to become of me?

More importantly…

     who will love me after I decide?

The waves begin to speak to me again

     as do the birds.

How do I shut them out when they speak so loudly?

     Like the voices of the people who want me to decide in their favor.

Oh, brilliant soul, guide my steps toward forever.

     This is when I realize the waves and birds are telling me to relax

and let my heart choose what is best.