Starting Points

At the crossroads of remorse and relief
sandwiched between wishing to stay and wanting to move on.
A life of my choosing or one not my own
I stepped off into something crazy hoping I’d hit something soft.
That which was promised, that which was real caught me in the dark
set me down on level paths and walked beside me

At the corner of what ifs and what is
where reality was juxtaposed with what might have been.
I looked into the future I created, and the past that was, and the present that is.
Standing poised between a comfortable vision of my own design, and a world
I could not see,
my arms full of imaginings and my heart full of wonder
I dropped the dreams I was holding and stretched out to grab the unknown.