There she sat, trying to find her way.

To the left, sky blue

To the right, dark gray.


Turn and move in the direction you face.

These are the rules

Choose, with great haste.


She strained her eyes toward each direction,

hoping to glimpse the future

 before she made a selection.


The surrounding atmosphere whispered in her ears,

it pressured her to decide,

evoking nothing but tears.


Finally she rose from her immobile position,

she was ready to move,

to make a decision.


With a final deep breath, she began her motion

Not right nor left;

a very different notion.


She only walked forward, with her feet steady,

she wouldn't choose yet,

not until she was ready.


The cruel outside forces didn't have their say,

she walked independently,

and found her own way.
















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