potentials

Why is it
That when it rains
It pours
Is it true
Or
All perspective

I can see the many different paths
None of them making sense
THEY ALL FIT
I scream

What a blessing it is
Every path is a fit
All are possible

I see the lives in slow motion video
Overwhelming my busy brain

What a gift and a curse
to be intuitive
I scratch my heard
Look down at the paths

No roads exist
I am not standing on the ground?
It is all black

I glance up
Open doors with videos playing
Which one do I choose?

I walk one way to get a closer look
Feelings begin to sweep me out to sea
If I go any further I can’t go back

I step back

Pick another door

I see my reflection
Moving through the actions
I look different
Calmer

I take a step towards her

The calmness gently wraps me in her blanket
Eyes close
Body shaking
Fear rips the blanket off
WHAT IF YOU LOSE YOUR SPUNK
she screams

I take a step back

I stand

Staring at the potential futures

six visible doors
I don’t know what to do

I don't know what to do

I don't know what to

I don't know what

I don't know

I don't.....

DO WHAT YOU ALWAYS DO!
I feel, I think, I know

Surrender 

Or don't

Let go
MOVE!