second-guessing the signs
that I have been
much too fond of asking for
yet I still get cynical about.
My hands are full
of these tiny bits and pieces
I picked along the way,
like gingerbread crumbs
scattered around on uneven ground.
Finally I tired of all these
picking and second-guessing,
unsure of which path to follow
these signs will lead me;
and with a strangled cry of desperation,
I threw all these bits and pieces
like confetti above me,
and watched the birds swoop in
as they catch each and every single piece
and carry them off to the sky.
Now all that remained on my
suddenly liberated hands,
is the freedom to move,
to touch as they please,
and the lingering scent of
gingerbread crumbs that
clung on my fingertips.
My hands are full
of these tiny bits and pieces
I picked along the way,
like gingerbread crumbs
scattered around on uneven ground.
Finally I tired of all these
picking and second-guessing,
unsure of which path to follow
these signs will lead me;
and with a strangled cry of desperation,
I threw all these bits and pieces
like confetti above me,
and watched the birds swoop in
as they catch each and every single piece
and carry them off to the sky.
Now all that remained on my
suddenly liberated hands,
is the freedom to move,
to touch as they please,
and the lingering scent of
gingerbread crumbs that
clung on my fingertips.
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