I am looking for doors
to lean against
hoping that one may open
to a brand new world.
the page is blank,
no great vision
or mission,
just the desire for
the "what's next" to arrive.
It's time to move on.
I feel it in my bones.
a certain restlessness
an uncertain uneasiness.
so, where now?
I am frightened by
the new possibilities,
even to wishing
for the doors to remain mute
to my knocking.
wanting to trust,
but scared to let go.
but, there is more than
the "this" of now,
I simply "wish to hope"
that it will find me
somehow.