I've heard it said that there can be no creation without destruction.
Perhaps that's the case. Still, I find myself at a crossroads. And, discontented with where I am, with who I am, but unsure of the right path, I huddle there, afraid to move forward.
I've no desire to be dragged forward, forced into action. A bit of advice, gentle touch on the shoulder, a soft voice against my ear, hand twisted through my hair would be enough.
