follow me, He says.
but neglects to hand me the map.
what do you think this is, a game of follow-the-leader?
do you expect me
to run around the playground
climbing bars and dodging swings
without a destination in mind?
clearly, you’ve never taken a road trip with me
if you think
that I will just follow you.
follow me, He says,
quiet echoes in my heart.
something about being
the way, the truth, and the life
and truth, well, I can accept that truth comes from you
and life, I’ll take that over death
but I trip
over the words
in that first fragment.
I am the way.
you are not a street sign,
you are not a paper map,
you are not even a vague arrow,
a general sense of direction.
why should I follow you when I can’t see where you’re going?
isn’t it better
if I slide into the driver’s seat
if I set the course
and you – come along for the ride.
you, you should follow me.
but still He says,
what if I say no?
what if I stand still?
what if I am tired of scrambling across the monkey bars?
inspired by a prompt in a story sessions write-in. if you need a community that champions – these are your sisters.