Home is safe.
Everyone knows your name.
But you can only grow so much in your cocoon.
I can’t resist the call of the unknown,
The same unknown that keeps me up at night with its’ relentless questions.
I am at its’ mercy.
At best it is exhilarating
To know that I am the master of my own path
To feel the strength of paving my own way
And to live in the world as a woman in charge.
At best I know I am doing something worthy
Simply because I am giving my all.
At worst it is absolutely exhausting
Bearing the weight of my dreams every day
Fight and clawing and climbing with integrity
Facing the possibility of an all too public failure.
Knowing I will give my all and it may not be enough.
I’d like to wrap this up in a little bow,
As I do with all things
To find the moral and the meaning.
But this is too gray
Life is all too gray.
But it is good to be alive
And that most certainly is enough.