Eyes opened, scanning my surroundings
The brick wall in front of me
Looming, cold, foreboding
Yet maybe my presence could bring it warmth
The forest behind me
Home outgrown, a place of comfort but not belonging
In the middle I stood
Do I step forward?
Do I step backward?
I sat frozen in the in between.
Would the universe give me sign?
How would I know which way to go?
Suddenly, I heard a creak.
I looked up and saw a door open in that wall.
And with that, I took I step toward something new.
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