Pathways

I often wonder what life has in store for me. Will I find my life's purpose, and who I was always meant to be?

When I look at others, they seem to have it all together. No worries, No cares, they're light as a feather.

My life feels like a constant struggle. It is like I'm battling for my life while I'm roaming through the jungle.

Some paths are paved for others from the day they were born. While I search for mine, and some days I feel torn.

Do I go left or right, do I go up or down? Do I finally move away, and get out of this town?

Some paths are so smooth I have pictured in my head, sliding down a rainbow and into a rose petal covered bed.

Others so jagged and cut by a storm. Waves crashing and rolling as they smash into the rocks that were formed.

How do you know if you are going the right way? Do things get easier day after day?

The crazy thing is I have never feared the unknown. It's the knowing that scares me ever since I was born.

Jumping off cliffs, and out planes is adventurous to me. It is the writing down goals that never came to be.

The things throughout life that our teachers continued to ask. What direction are you headed, which way to your path?

I'd sit there to rack my brain with an answer. Hoping I would not crack under the pressure.

Some of us go through life with no destination. While others are set and have no hesitation.

When we are little, we are encouraged to dream big. It's learning to not give up and continue to dig.

Dig deep down inside and continue to fight. Do what you can with all of your might.

Do not feel bad if you fail when you try. Just get back up after you fall down and cry.

These are the things we should instill within each other. These words don't only have to come out of the mouths of a father or mother.

To be there for others and have empathy. It is not about judging and only giving sympathy.

The cold of this world is cruel enough. It is the love from others that helps us to remain tough.

It is at my bleakest moments when I feel my weakest. No happiness or hope. I want to lay in a dark room while all I do is mope.

Filled with anxiety and bouts of depression. It's often contributed by the stresses from my profession.

It's hard when you give your all with no support from others. The weight seems unbearable when you fall.

You do all you can to muster up some strength to crawl. Crawl out of the pit of darkness and search for a light amidst the stars.

Some dream of big houses, lots of money, and expensive cars. All I ever really wanted was a life without all the scars.

The hurt and pain that my heart has been through. The brokenness that results from loving you.

The life you have as a single mother. No one you can count on as you raise your kids without a father.

It may not have been the path that I would have chosen. But I have felt so blessed with all of the love that flows in.

My kids were what pushed me to go onto college. It has kept me alive when I've been close to the edge.

The pathway I'm on has never gone in a one-way direction. It changes each day as does my reflection.

I learn and I grow as I get older. Hoping to be filled with joy instead of becoming colder.

The anger and bitterness that takes over me. Makes me want to become a better version of me.

So, as I find myself at a fork in the road. Never doing what's asked, or what I am told.

Trying to find the right pathway for me and searching and searching for who I could be!