She sat on an eternal shore, silently thoughtful
Calm unexpressive
face, still like granite
Contemplating her
destiny, knowing that
The path she chooses,
she must take alone
When, to the expected
cross roads, she came
Which arrived
suddenly, but then not so,
That long awaited,
long dreamed of moment.
When choices made can
extend far beyond
Like ripples in the
water from a thrown stone.
But she must look for
the answer inside herself,
So, a deep breath, a
sigh and she plants her foot
Upon the chosen trail
to who knows where
And with confidence
she sets off on her way.
Has she made the right choice who can say?
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