Clutter

pottery

Lost in clutter, so much to choose from,
Not sure what’s right, or which path to use.
Do I even know what I want to do?
Or am I just scared to see it through?

Like shaping clay in pottery class,
Life’s choices can be hard to amass.
I wonder if I’m holding back,
Afraid of the work, that’s a fact.

I need to trust in my own pace,
Remember it’s not a race.
Exploring, growing, that’s the key,
Finding myself, that’s what will set me free.