Crossroad

The road may be easy, but it’s just too easy.

The road is smooth, but it’s not what I bargained for.

The road never bends, never curves, never breaks from downward.

But I feel it is breaking me.

I can’t say why. I don’t know how.

But there’s no question now.

The road I am traveling has been unraveling

The things of my past, coming back like a nightmare.

The things I’ve done, weighing heavier than the pack on my back

So why is it so easy to walk?

As I talk, I come to a crossroad.

The choice for myself is one of two

Continue the path, or diverge from the path

I’m on the verge of leaving my path, but then I compare and contrast.

One road rocky, one road easy.

One road high, one road low

One road curved, one road straight.

One road light, one road dark.

This road doesn’t seem to bode well

I have nowhere to rest my weary head

No one to comfort me as the creatures prowl at night

Things don’t seem bright for me

I don't know if this is right for me

But there is no more than this

The fork in the road cuts like a knife

This strife in the road breaks my soul

Do I leave the easy road to travel the harder road?

The choice to leave has me relieved

The rocks underfoot tear through my soles

Rough travels are what await me

The road inclines and curves,

but this I have learned; a sudden realization leaves me frozen

The path I have chosen

Proves that there will be pain

But somehow I know

None of it is in vain

As I look back on my choice, I saw it was clear all along.

The easy road was hard, and the hard road was easy.

-B.D.

Originally Written 5/2/15