I stand where paths diverge,  
but my feet stay rooted,  
as if the earth holds me in place,  
whispering that not every road needs a traveler,  
not every door waits for a key.  

The wind moves freely,  
without the burden of purpose,  
it does not fret over where to settle,  
it simply drifts, and so do I,  
letting the moment pull me like a tide,  
wherever it wishes to carry me.  

I release my grip on the map,  
let it flutter away like a bird,  
watch it rise and vanish into the sky,  
unfurling itself to wherever winds may take it,  
and I find my own breath lighter  
without the weight of direction.  

Somewhere, choices still linger,  
unopened doors and paths untread,  
but I no longer ache to follow each one,  
for there is freedom in the unknown,  
and solace in surrendering to the present,  
where my heart beats calmly, untangled.  

The future waits with open arms,  
but today, I am content to rest,  
to let time be what it is—a drifting stream  
that doesn’t demand my paddling,  
a gentle flow that carries me  
toward whatever comes next,  
without asking me to choose.

About the Author:

Moseka Ole Ntiyia is a Kenyan writer and poet with a Bachelor’s degree in Political Science and International Relations, having recently completed his final year of study. Passionate about storytelling, he writes poetry, plays, and short stories that delve into themes of social injustice, political incompetence, climate, nature, gratitude, and life’s realities. Drawing from his experiences, emotions, and imagination, Moseka aims to inspire change through his unique voice. Despite challenges in publishing, he is committed to gaining recognition and connecting with a wider audience.

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