The Road Within

Beneath the trees I sit,

at the place where roads divide.

One path calls with promises,

another whispers my name in silence.

The forest hums with questions,

and shadows of my past

pull at the edges of my soul.

I wonder—have I gone too far,

or not far enough?

My heart weighs the answers

that my mind cannot give.

For the map I seek

is not drawn in ink or stone,

but in the pulse of authenticity—

the rhythm of a self unhidden.

I ask the quiet earth,

Does this choice enlarge me,

or diminish me?

The wind replies with courage,

the sunlight speaks of meaning.

And in that stillness,

I understand:

The right side of life

is not a single road,

but the one where I walk

with open eyes,

with self-acceptance as my compass,

and hope as my lantern.

So I rise,

not certain of the destination,

but certain of myself.

And that is enough

to know I am going right.