It’s waiting for me at the end of this road.

Road meticulously laid, 

laid through mountains and woods.

Woods varied with each step,

steps numbered yet uncounted.

Uncounted steps taken into new terrain,

terrain unknown yet familiar. 

Familiar faces left behind, 

behind with all the mementos.

It’s waiting for me at the end of this road. 

Unsure, uncertain, 

taking the remaining numbered steps.

The wait is going to be long. 

Shine bright and be kind! 🙂

xoxo,

Aditi