The Road Less Travelled

There is a path that curves where no maps point,

a quiet turn past the signs you know,

a narrow path where few who are afraid will go,

where hope and risk grow together among the pines.

It is not smooth, and routine has not worn it down,

its stones show every unsteady step taken.

The grass grows wild, the air is sharp and clean,

and every echo makes you wonder which dreams remain.

You walk it when the world insists you stay,

when logic says that those who wander risk losing a lot;

but still, the urge to go gets stronger every day,

a quiet voice that those who play it safe never hear.

For some, the cost is giving up comfort, calm, and ease,

for others, it means letting go of their old selves.

But there, you find room to breathe and take hold

of a future where your heart can heal itself.

The road less travelled is not just for the brave,

it is for those who are longing, quiet, and open,

who choose to write their own story instead of following someone else's,

and those who are willing to meet the new life that is waiting.

So if you stand before two winding ways,

and you are afraid the choice is too much to handle,

remember that growth always goes along with courage,

and your true path starts when you step out of your comfort zone.