Spinning

    I am standing here spinning around. Several paths surround me like beams from the sun. There is a familiar road that beckons me filled with memories of love. A laugh leaps from me as I recall those past steps. A nother road lures my attention with the promise of adventure, a new impassioned love, and a safe haven for my soul. Yet another road reminds me of one that was presented once before. I had ignored it then for another, but now I am tempted to accept. This path is one that's free of the appearance of responsibility and love. My core cries out as I continue spinning, unsure of the path that's best. My desires are awakened and are fighting within me. To know to do good and to do it not is a sin, but who decides what's good? Every path is lined with fragrant blossoms and shady tress, they are well-lit by the glory of the sun, each has its own rewards and it's own demands. No matter the path I chose, I am walking away from the ones I don't. I lose either way. Who will win this battle raging within me? Will I ever stop spinning long enough to take my first step, or will I continue to spin until the storms come and destroy all that is good around me?