Standing at the Threshold – Resisting the Force Pulling Me Back –

ThresholdStanding at the threshold –
Knowing I’ll never return –
Hesitating – Wishing
To know if I really want
To go –

Standing at the threshold –
Thinking I should
Turn around and run
The other way – but
I won’t –

I won’t because I have to
Find out – or else
I will regret
Forever my moment
Of doubt –

If only I could
Go both ways –
Try the unknown path –
If it disappoints me –
Go home –

But home won’t
Be there for me –
I must decide
Before the time
Runs out –

Standing at the threshold –
Resisting the force
Pulling me back –
Taking one step
Forward –

I feel the Wind at my back –
Pushing me onward –
Excitement lifts me up –
I’m floating – I’m flying –
I’m free~~~

By Carol Ann Hoel © July 24, 2014

Advertisements

About Carol Ann Hoel

The new me - Carol Ann. More suitably said, the old me in new circumstances of life. Again. My history has developed in parts and chapters. In person, I am Wife, Mom, Grandma, Author, and Writer, in that order, more or less. Life is good because God is good.
This entry was posted in Adventure, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Standing at the Threshold – Resisting the Force Pulling Me Back –

  1. pattisj says:

    The path in your photo certainly beckons. Blessings to you.

    Like

    • I changed the photo because I couldn’t remember for sure where I got the other one. This is one I took myself on one of my walks. I don’t have to give myself credit. I agree that the first one was better. Ha. Blessings to you, Patti…

      Like

Please share your thoughts...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s