CROSS ROAD

Every day I think I’m at a crossroad or the end of all possibilities, then I realise I’m going further, I move towards the horizon, I climb each day like a mountain, all I want is to reach the top


My legs can be weary, my muscles are weak but I carry myself with Hope, Faith as my shepherds


In a day I encounter many hurdles on the way to what I want to be permanent in my life, that is Peace and Joy


Deep down I know that I am indomitable because those who contributed to my upbringing are indomitable themselves

Their stature was undefinable, 


I am also responsible in making sure that I find joy and happiness along as the day goes before nightfall.


A mind battles if it’s told to stop, however the powerful tool I have is the Soul that makes sure bliss exists in my heart and control the mind, it’s in me that I’m able to dance and sing praise and worship 


I yearn to be in the house that is full of jubilation, singing to God all Mighty,  because that reminds me that impermanence is not always easy 


I’ve learnt to embrace the most horrific feelings and then go through my Soul with questions that I’m able to answer 


I am holding on, I am waiting, I am going further, I am going through, I am hoping with no fear but anticipation 


I am here so what is next, what else needs to happen or come to my mind 


I have and I do let go to be able to grab


My hands are empty,


Doubt brings fear, it just creeps in, I realise the unwelcome feeling and quickly shut the door to my mind body and soul. 


I am uncertain, I have come to love that because I do not control time, but I am here Now and I will let it be known to myself to be and be just be……….šŸ¤—šŸ’•

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