Silence squeezing like a vice
Dead-end at every turn
What direction do you take
To get to what you yearn?
Choices, choices – like a maze
How do you know what’s right?
So many ways for you to go;
Just one will ease your plight
Take a chance – go with your gut
Try to ignore the doubt
Maybe then you will find
You might find your way out.
This poem was originally written October 10, 2011.