This is the end.
The paved road stops here.
I have searched out the paths and the passwords
the highways and right ways
and talked the talk,
all golden tickets sought out and coveted,
yet they all crumbled
leaving my purse empty and my fingers green with the falsehoods smearing off of them
and I am…
I have expanded myself to be heard
to be seen
to be taken seriously
not for a ride
or at face value
and still the on the job training fell too short
and I have been invited to wander once again.
I will no longer reach out
no longer expand.
I will contract instead to feel my experience
at its purest
its most powerful.
A stars last breath is its brightest
and instead of begging for a map to the neon lit crowd pleasing intersections
I will choose my own way
build my own bridges
oh so brightly