What to do when the answer’s unclear,
when clarity is obscured,
knowing that the wrong decision could
unravel everything.

Oh, the anxiety that spins me
round and round!
It leaves me unraveled.
A terrible pounding fills my head,
and breath catches
somewhere between my ribs
in spasms of fear and doubt

Still I must go forward,
for perhaps there is no right or wrong,
only what is,
what might be.

May the clouds lift
and the sun promise
a day without panic.
Be patient, my dear,
do not fret,
for the answer is near.
Though it may not be
the one you want,
it is the one you need.