Its the matte of eyes as they grow darker
Its the widening of the pupils matching your emotion.
And the paling of one's skin ghostly and frail
The beating of the heart from a constant drum
To a stampede of buffaloes.
Your once soft hands clam up
Anxious of the fear.

The unknown feeling from Option A
"Ignoring the problem till its a brick wall"
To Option B
"Finding the easiest way out with no complete outcome of the future"

Options A to Z are unknown.
Left to the breeze pull our hair.
But the Journey to One,
Is an everlasting Freedom.

The weight lifting from your shoulders
As not knowing
Who
What
Where
And when
You are suppose to do or be.

The Journey is a cascade of love and acceptance
As you follow the one true path
Towards God

The Journey is the ease of your fear,
The anxiety slipping out of your bones,
And the promise of another day.
Follow your Journey to the One,
Jesus