dove // d4. cb

A guiding hand.

Something that I have never known, but something I have never needed.

My whole life I have learned through touching, through doing, through seeing. Not once has someone ever needed to lay a hand on my shoulder and gently guide me down the right path. And not once have I ever seemed to stray. My feet always carry me where I need to go.

No matter how hard I try and stray.

Momma always said things happen for a reason. When I was small I used to think she was full of nonsense, but now a part of me understand. I am always at the right place at the right time, even if something crossed my path and changed my plans. The right place to lend a helping hand. To be a witness. To be a shoulder to cry on.

Never once was I told where I needed to go, where I'm meant to be.

Maybe I am not meant to be guided.

But maybe I am meant to lead.