Here I am yet again.
Fluttering my bright blue wings
Struggling, pushing against a mesh veil
But I am here
pushing and fluttering and moving.
I am here
with my hand reaching out tentatively.
about to enter yet another door to
Whatever IT is.
with spectacular gold trimmed tile.
My bare feet slide slowly around the tile
outlining each and every bulb impression.
I stand curious and waiting,
waiting and hopeful about
What my “future” will bring and when.
with a Quartz dipped in gold
that embraces my tiny neck.
I remain waiting. Wondering. Not knowing why I am here keeps me standing,
keeps me waiting,
keeps me curious,
keeps me hopeful.
Not knowing why I am here
is why I remain. Here.