Currently in the room of my childhood
Sitting on my childhood bed
Starring into space
Thinking of the future
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I am standing at a crossroad
Two things possible
One foreseeable road
One unpredictable path
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My gaze goes from one
Then it moves to the other
My gaze is the only thing moving
My body paralized
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Voices are in the air
Too many
They have something to say
They want to tell me something
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My gaze shifts
No longer looking at the two options
My head moves
Then my body
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Turning around
Looking back
There is no one there
Only voices of advice
*
Turning back
My gaze once again at the crossroad
What to choose
Suddenly I feel something
*
Something stirs on the inside
I rest my hands on my stomach
A sigh
Then a smile
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Back on my childhood bed
The smile still there
I lay down
Knowing everything is going to be okay

YOU ARE READING
The story of me
PoezieThey might not make sense, but they are all parts of what is the story of me.