Unsettled and scared, as I build up courage to move every step,
Into a future which is very unknown.
As I drift into the dream,
The depth of my heart still knows the fear of uncertainty.
What is my dream and what is my purpose?
I fail to answer it as I stand in the silence between hope and doubt.
Searching for signs in shadows and clouds.
Each choice I make feels like a question,
Echoing louder than the answers I don’t yet have.
But still I walk — not because I know the way,
But because staying still hurts more each day