Two paths diverge, each with a story untold,
An expanse of adventure, waiting to unfold.
Excitement bubbles in my bloodstream,
As I stand at this crossroad, ready to dream.
To the left, a path adorned with colors so bright,
Where creativity dances throughout the night.
Brush strokes and melodies, swirling through the air,
My heart quickens in anticipation, eager to dare.
To the right, a path leading to distant lands,
Where discovery awaits, like shifting sands.
Mountains to climb and mysteries to explore,
My soul tingles with excitement at what's in store.
Two paths beckon and both appear so grand,
Amidst uncertainty and fear that take command.
Yet adrenaline pulses through my veins tonight,
About the Creator
"Hear Me Out"
"Hear me out, what if we ran away together?" "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere but here. We could move to a new city or to Canada, or we could disappear from society to live in the middle of the woods. Maybe a combination of two of those things would be good. What do you say?"
By Kay Husnick7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Ah, sometimes we find ourselves at crossroads, having to decide. Lovely poem, Suganya.