Four Way Stop

Me

Stuck
At the intersection of want and need
I always seem to be...
Stuck
Needing to go both ways
Yet, wanting neither
Since I'm SUPPOSE to pick just one
... Or so I've been told
Therefore, I do nothing
Unmoved like a speed bump
Staring at the stars
Waiting on an epiphany

I want both...
Not having to choose between either
I WANT BOTH...
Unsure though
That I have the tools
To pave my own like many before me
Who carved their paths
Through stone
Through impossible storms
... or so it must have seemed
Because they made it
THEY MADE IT!!
Battle wounds evident and honorably worn
They made it...
... and I must make it too

But how?
How do I begin?
How do I make my life my own?
How does one pocket the world
Twisting and turning it upside down
Molding it and transforming it
To fit every curve of one's being?
A love note to one's self
Tucking it nice and neat in one's heart
To be unfolded and reread with a smile
Over... and over... and over

Tell me...

How...
... do I NOT be....
Stuck


Dana


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