Choices, Chances and Changes

In every sign attached is a choice and a chance – to choose a way to go

In every choice there anchors options – of where and how to begin

In every option carries uncertainties – of what is there waiting ahead

The uncertainties become reasons – wondering on the what ifs that I can ask myself

Yet, the questions are validations of different possibilities – a contrast to the maybes that I can think and anticipate.

I can write a thousand words from every imagination and vision – but I can’t rewrite all of me

I can see a million stars that covers the skies – yet I only need one falling star to show me a sign

I can tell as many stories from a book I once read and kept reading – still every chapter and each page is another plot twist

I can travel from one destination after another – even so every journey takes miles and hours to get there

I can create a planner for tomorrow and the next – however I don’t know when tomorrow comes.

I have no beginning, for every start is not within my grasp – the same way of not knowing at the end of a tunnel

I have drafts of what I want to become along with lists of where I want to be – a self project

I have my diary filled day after day – although as it may seem will change and is not meant to be

I have arranged appointments to catch up and talk – however they are disposable when it comes

I have opened every door I can get in to – but the windows are yet to be unbolted and curtains draped to see the surface.

I may tell the world of my desires and prayers – but it is only for those who listen

I can show the universe of my existence – but I embody only to those who want to see me or know me

I will sing every song I know how to sing – but the lyrics and melody may not be your chorus

I have painted one canvas after another – but the exhibit will only display what you expect or require it to be

I will dance to the music played on the radio – but the tune and rhythm needs two to do the tango.

I should make amends for my mistakes and failures – but I have to pick up the pieces of lessons to keep grounded

I should hold on to every strength gathered – but I need to find resilience to keep me going

I should forge an army to become my shield – but the defences can have limitations

I should strike on every battle before me – but I cannot control who my allies nor my enemies are

I can go on and on but I don’t need permission to being who I am – they are but of your own opinions

For no matter what, I own my life and my faith to take me to tomorrow when it comes.

Easter 2023