Never Alone

Never Alone


A foggy path moves onward,
Leading its way through maturity.

Through the mist, discoveries,
Sadness and joy reborn.

Veiled hand reach out to help,
Blindfolded, I must choose.

Three different paths to move to,
A confusion about which one is right.

One day all three paths may meet,
For now, there is no reassurance.

Love and warmth reaches out to me,
A relief to the sharpness of the air.

The veiled hands slowly uncover,
Growing faces, smiles, and laughs.

The blindfold slips to the ground as I accept,
My friends and families, they surround me.

Whichever path I choose,
I shall never choose alone.