They didn’t find anything.
I hoped they would find something.
They found nothing.
I stand at a crossroad torn apart.
What will be my next move?
Will I stand still, petrified?
Will I move forward, terrified?
Will I look backward, mortified?
I wait for everything to unfold.
I take one step after the other, unhurried.
I face each obstacle as it comes, unwavering.
I walk each road with its twists and turns, unworried.
I glean the lessons from my past, unthreatening.
I enjoy the journey, inhabiting each moment as it unravels before me.