crossroad

she stands at a crossroad
looking left, right, straight ahead
refusing to look behind
eager to set a course

uncertain of what to do
she looks up, asking for a sign
or maybe a guiding hand
her mind exhausted from thinking

her heart tells her the direction
a path is set for her feet to follow
regrets, anger, passion, slip down from her shoulders
hesitation, then silence

she sits at a crossroad
the sun now hides behind the clouds above
her heart reduced to whispers
"patience, and the sun will soon shine again"