Hour 3 (The BOP – a marathon writing prompt)
HER CHALLENGE
She took the challenge, knowing she could not go it alone
The tasks were daunting, the accolades few and far between
Each day posed a question, a problem, an issue to tackle
The mountain of uncertainty grew before her eyes
The puzzle seemed to be adding more pieces of varying size
Nothing seemed to fit though she knew that it must
Where could she turn, who could she trust, who had the answers she needed so desperately
She had an idea of who to trust as her muse, her confidant
Yet the opinions of others whom she also valued,
Would alter her direction, change her course
Had she put her eggs in the wrong basket, errored already
The clock of progression slowed with her uncertainty
Decisions were waiting for her green light or no go
She found this lesson in humanity unpleasant, not helpful
Was she really unfit for this new role
Where could she turn, who could she trust, who had the answers she needed so desperately
She heeded these lessons, though painful and poignant
She continued to listen to those whom she once had revered
She held on to their ideals and opinions, filtering them
Dissecting them, analyzing them for content and value
For each situation, each challenge, for each question posed
And she looked to the heavens and her heart for the answer
Where could she turn, who could she trust, who had the answers she needed so desperately
