Note: strong borrowing from the great Robert Frost and scripture. Comment and like below!
I’d walked for hours and found a fork
The road diverged in two.
He took the one less traveled by
The choice is not that easy.
To the left are trees and plants
A few strewn rocks and dirt.
To the right are shrubs and grass
A sanded path and woods.
For many hours I thought and sweat
But could not near decide
The night grew long, the beast drew close
With panic near I prayed a sigh.
Then behind the trees
A backlit color in the canopy
The clouds pressed up by red
By its light I saw the trail.
The leftward was tempting me
A faint decline. No rugged turns.
A hand to help and bluebirds sang
“Now follow only what you yearn.”
The rightward way was difficult
Rocks on which to stumble
And beggars taking all I had
Until I’m left to ramble.
Your burden’s light
The choice obscure
But test my heart
And lead me there.
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