Crossroads

Standing on the shore of life’s river
In a moonlit night
Hearing the roar of waters flow
Fearing its might.

Yet not enough to silence
The whisper in my mind
On the other side is the treasure
I was born to find.

In the river there are currents and undercurrents
There are rapids, there are falls.
Yet I only see what is beyond the shore:
The freedom to draw, to paint my ‘more’.

Fear not
Cross the river I shall
Holding on to dreams I nurture
For I will not hold myself from my future.