Here I am yet again.
Fluttering my bright blue wings
Struggling, pushing against a mesh veil
I am at the point of reflection.
I have no idea why I was chosen to be,
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.
Inside is a path adorned
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.
I stand curious on gold trimmed tile
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.
