Two roads diverged in the fog of dusk.
I took one whose ending I could not see
With no desire to be baptized by fire
Just a hunch toward whatever called to me
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A few steps, and the weeds had entangled my feet
A few steps more, and I was lost
But that was just the beginning, you see
The start of the road not taken’s cost
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It took years just to find the trail again
Years more to heal from the pain and strife
Now, as I sit on the edge of the wood
I wonder, why did I gamble my life?
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There’s no rhyme or reason. No great mistake
No lesson to stash in my pack with me
I simply got lost amid winter’s frost
And now, as summer returns, I’m free
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Two roads diverged in the wood of my life.
I took one that was wrong, but still ended up here
The journey was long and the scars may belong
Forever on me–
But the dawn feels so near
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I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. ~ Robert Frost
“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus
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Comments (4)
Wonderful take on a Frost classic (I am like thirty miles from where he lived lol). I loved how you weave so much sorrow and introspection but at the same time optimism and hope. Well done!
The road less traveled is one of my favourites. This is a wonderful homage!
This is incredible...I am wondering how it ties in with the previous one you published a day ago. This reads as the beginning of the story to that one or have I got it round the wrong way. I just love your handle on immersing us in the imagery with that deep emotional hit! Well done, Joelle!
I loved this very much! It’s packed heavy with emotions and so relatable! “The journey was long and the scars may belong” I felt this line!!