I'm standing here,
In the dark, in the cold.
Both afraid and overwhelmed.
But not alone.
Never alone.
And at this fork in the path,
My heart is torn out,
My body jolting and spasming in pain.
And I can see you.
The path to the the right.
A straight road.
Mapped out in my mind
As the arteries once within me.
Through the tunnel,
I can see you, the light at the end.
You wave, i smile.
And turn...
Unmoving, I look the other way.
And I see him.
To the left,
But the left is wrong.
It always has been.
Normally, Oh normally I'd go,
I'd run, aimlessly,
To the left, To everything I don't need.
But this time...
You're the light to the right,
In the corner of my eye.
And I'm still.
Waiting, unmoving, hardly breathing
Because this time,
It will be different.
This time, I will run to the right.
And I won't stop.
L-O-L-O. L-O-V-E
Comments
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Very well done bitter sweet and evocative. At my age I've encountered many such experiences and, like yourself, occasionally made the right choice.
Happy trails.
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Wow this is wonderful! The flow of this is great, and the message is fabulously beautiful!!! I especially like the line that says "you're the light to the right!!!" Very inspirational!
Sincerely,
Sarah
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you would think the choice is simple, but as human beings it never is, the temptation of what we want but don't need and the knowledge of what is right and what we need. sometimes we tell ourselves that they both are the same but it is never that simple. Here's hoping you take to the right, keep it flowing
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I love this... looking at things positively with change!
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