I lean out of my bedroom window and close my eyes,
Welcoming the cool evening breeze on my face.
I imagine what life will unfold for me, with its many roads for choosing.
I have so many questions to ask, but am unsure of where to begin.
What should I do? Where should I go? Who should I be?
Do I go this way or do I go the other?
Or do I stay and await the arrival of my future?
I am overwhelmed. What if I miss my fate, what will become of me?
Suddenly the fear of making mistakes consumes me.
My childhood is over, and now I must be an adult,
But I’m not sure how to transition into that role.
Who’s going to show me the way?
Is there a book I should buy or a call I should make?
My head aches, my chest burns.
Past thoughts of this emancipation brought joy. Tonight? Self-doubt.
Startled, I am brought to reality.
With a gentle stroke the breeze replies.
I hear the words, but I strain to listen.
“You create,” it whispers its message.
“You choose, you live, and you learn.”
The words envelop me and warm me with confidence.
I am my own destiny. I must take charge.
This is my moment to shine and I can make that happen.
I am overwhelmed. I have a handle on my fate and what will become of me?
Suddenly the joy of possibilities consumes me.
Does this poem remind you of…you?
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©tmgaouette, May 2009
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