One hand clutches expectations
while the other clings to walls,
desperately seeking purpose
I have prayed for direction,
a driving need for acceptance,
a longing to be acknowledged
look for openings to procure
success, willing to commit
to hard work, self-sacrifice
have dreamt of a doorway
backlit with brilliant promise,
radiance waiting for release
Am I on the right path, will
this stumbling hope lead me
forward, help me find the way
I could not bear another fall
hands too full to stop the hurt
I am burdened by this quest
Not paying attention to the ground
before me, hit a pot hole, lose my
footing, knees buckle, arms flail
hands release their coveted hold
reflexively reach out, I am down
forced to look up, shame burning
startled to witness a single ray –
a beacon of light in the darkness,
signalling a turn in the road ahead
I pick myself up, hands smarting,
feel the openness of heart and mind
renewed inspiration guiding me
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One Woman's Quest 