Cresting

I have traveled many miles

and labored many hardships

always knowing where I am going

But in these past few months

I’ve lost sight of that destination

I’ve lost sight of the purpose

of this journey

Sweat build upon my brow

not from the weight of all that I carry but from the lack of knowing

Knowing which direction to go

Knowing that I can see but am blind as to what lays ahead of me

and that is what scares me

Fear of indecision for there is

Not much time we have

Time can’t be spent like a nickel

time has value now

So I stand on the crest of indecision, looking out before

me but see nothing, no sight of future, no sign of hope