Sometimes I spend a lot of time

wondering:

To be or not to be

To be or not to be a grown-up

Walk a new road

Be fearless

and let the world implode

To be or not be independent

Make big decisions

Be courageous

and full of vibrant ambitions

To be or not be audacious

Live by the day

Be brave

and turn deaf to the he-say, she-say

To be or not to be this woman

Who can’t run to her dad

Like the little girl did

at the first hint of the day turning bad

To be or not to be who she’s supposed to

at the risk of forgetting known roads

and burning old bridges

Scared that she won’t find her way back

into her dads open arms

Where she’s that little girl,

carefree

Where she’s safe,

at peace

Where she’s herself

Where she belongs...

~ r.a.w