Lightning strikes; thunders roar.
A storm in the making, inside and out.
Does she dance to the happy tunes?
Or let her distressed heart feel the gloom?
Droplets grace her cheeks, tears or rain?
Only she knows whether she chose joy or pain,
until a sweet smile appears and her face glows –
her mind’s made up, standing at the crossroads.
To let peace take her side; to let go of the storm inside
And to embrace beauty, with arms wide.
This is my entry for Carry On Tuesday, Prompt #166 – Standing at the crossroads