Platter of Possibility

Mentally,
I danced a jig.

Standing on the rim of chance
For so long,
Has been exhausting.

As the winds of change
Move around me,
Lifting my hair,
A feel relief carried by its currents.

I have learned
Something new for me.

It’s not the mundane,
The routine, or the boring
Which stifles me into the dark.

It’s the unknowingness
The directionlessness of
Not being sure what to do
Where to go, who to be.

It spins
My internal compass.

So many directions open
Success can follow any one.
Where will my commitment lie?

I have eternally believed
Anything can be achieved.
So as the platter of possibility
Is served,

What to choose?