Moving Day

Always moving forward.

Photo by Peter Schulz on Unsplash

It’s limbo. Boxes everywhere.

My mind unfocused, anxiety dwells.

Like an underground tunnel.

I can see the light getting brighter.

When I get there, in the end, 

I am energized. 

Because what lies ahead, 

are a confusing maze of roads, big and small.

I rest. I am now anxious to start another day,

of moving forward, and looking back. - Maida B.