At the Corner of Stay and Go

July 21, 2012

I had it all mapped out, once.

I’d go to a great school, specializing in psychology.

I’d figure out the world and the people in it.

I’d make the world a better place, be a voice for the troubled.

I thought I knew it all. Oh, I was so sure.

One day, along the way, someone took from my soul.

Just a piece; and it’s still missing.

Bit by bit the sinner grew thorny and toughened, sprouted

Like a vine from the ashes.

But who am I? What am I?

The voice, the one that says “Do what you truly want to do,”

Washes over me like a calm roll of ocean frothing onto shore,

Lapping, lapping at my feet, whispering of possibilities.

Flashes of past regret come unbidden.

But who am I? What am I?

I find myself

Walking down Wits’ End,

Standing at the corner of Stay and Go.