What's It Gonna Be?

I fought it. I turned it over and over in my mind, examining it like a sea stone. Feeling the weight of it, the smooth edges, checking for sharp corners or unexpected crevices. It whispered to me and called my name, like the ethereal call of a bird on the wind, beckoning me. I prayed for wisdom, and surrendered myself to the wild strains of the blowing wind and all the possibilities carried on the breeze.

Now I can't see the horizon, can't sense the direction of the wind, and I'm alone in a sea of blue waiting for the first sign of land to appear. And here I wait, holding my breath, listening for the faintest song of hope carried to my wildly beating heart. Waiting for you to set me free from the fear of not knowing, of not moving, of not being. Don't leave me adrift on the sea. Either sail away with me over the horizon into a land of blue skies, or let me find my feet on solid ground again.