It’s so simple.
Take one last look
at what is killing you
and walk away from it.

It’s so joyful.
Take one new look
at what enlivens you
and walk towards it.

I know neither one.
Must I stand stock still until?

No such thing as standing still.
You’re going up or down the hill.
Make of it what you will.
All your dreams you can fulfill.

I choose my soul as my primary role.
I loose my ego to the wind.
On my knee I now do bend.
Casting out what might have been.

Vicki Woodyard