The Questions
Where along the way
Did I take the fork in the road?
Paths crossing others’ journeys.
Illuminated briefly.
When did I start scaling walls?
Stepping on myself
Just to reach the other side.
Inflicting pain.
Why leave behind so many?
Burning bridges that refused to burn.
I cannot be for everyone
What I need myself.
What do I do now?
The one within tires easily.
She wants success but
Peace more so.
How must I balance myself?
I am not what I once was.
The pieces shattered.
Some beyond repair.
What am I now?
No longer The Child.
Never The Mother.
Too young to be The Crone.
My path is wide.
Too wide. Too much.
But to narrow it, I must
Sacrifice part of who I am.
That will not do.
~A
The Great Penguini Speaketh 