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.