The Fork in the Road

My Mentor is wise in the ways of the people.

“Fear not,” she tells me often.

“You must follow your dream.”

I do and for years I am happy.

Then one day my spirit is broken.

And, there is no dream left to follow.

“You have come to a fork in the road,” she says

Her dark eyes smile and she comforts me.

“There is no end without a beginning,” she tells me.

I try to believe, I really do.

I think of her life – so worthy, blessed somehow.

She watches me, content with my understanding.

“You will find a new dream.” She promises.

I am still looking.. I am nature, still a child.

For me, the future is clear.

I long to be a healer.

Friends say, “We never amount to much.”

My heart aches.

I refuse to heed

And, seek one to teach me the way.

I find her – she challenges my beliefs.

Today, I am a healer.

I see the deep disillusionment

Feel the endless hurt of the people.

I falter, but my mentor prevails.

To heal the body, change the mind.

I am young. But, eventually, I understand.

To heal the mind and touch the spirit.