People talk about crossroads

where you have two directions,

paths,

decisions,

life-altercations,

in front of you.

One could ruin you.

Completely burst your world into tiny shards,

smithereens

of glass

that hurt to walk on

with bare feet.

One could complete you,

perhaps in ways unexpected,

but nonetheless

give you sunshine;

joy that radiates from your heart,

a smile that never fades from your lips.

But I have more than two paths.

I have more.

There are thousands.

They overwhelm me.

So I sit on the ground,

and curl into a ball,

knees to chin,

staring at the multitude of directions

in which my life could go.

Lord,

where should I go?

I'm at a crossroads.