My Guidance
Striving to find myself
It is difficult
There are many forks
And not enough guidance
I want to choose
but my mind grows blank
Decisions decide your life
May it be bad or good
you decide
You decide who you want to be
Frozen
Not knowing what to decide
A gentle hand comforts me
She wraps her arms around me
I feel her warmth
She proclams, "be who you want to be"
I feel a nudge
I meet the fork
I decide what path
I begin to walk and I look back
There she is
The one who was always there for me
My guidance
My mom
This poem is about:
Me
My family