At the Crossroads
I stood at the crossroad of my life
Childhood and adolescence at my back
And the torturing and confusing threat of adulthood ahead
I clung to the past, begging not to have to move
Not wanting to make any decisions
That would force my life’s progression.
I sat down on the dusty road and examined both options
Nothing seemed probable, nothing seemed preferable.
All would lead me to the end of the path,
Spiraling and intersecting with one another
Watching my heart’s lines cross and tangle
Feeling my emotions spiral out of control
And praying for some solution.
I closed my eyes and let tears of frustration fall,
Feeling my heart wrenched in indecision and fear
Knowing that there were no maps for either road ahead,
No guide and no assistance along the way.
I breathed in deeply the dusty road of memory
Begging not to have to move an inch
But knowing that I could not stay.
A shadow crossed my path and fell across my face
I looked up and saw a vague figure overhead.
He knelt down beside me and brushed away my tears
And took my hand so gently and helped me to my feet.
I stared at him in awe and with a slight concern
For this stranger I had never met and knew nothing of,
But still I quietly accepted his assistance and smiled at him shyly.
With my hand in his he led the way
Down a third path that I had not seen
Filled with both the glorious, sunny afternoons of spring
And the fearsome, tumultuous nights of winter.
Together we weathered through life and hell, of love and sadness,
Glancing back only once in a while to see that behind
And to remember why we treasure our happiness and each other.
Anastasia Loving
- 16 years, 1 month, 7 days ago
