The Travel

The opposite is sometimes the best thing for us.
We forget what it is we love about ourselves,
And by going down the wrong path we learn what we’ve lost.

For instance, I remember getting stuck one day long ago.
I decided to go the way Frost once explained,
Which was to take the path less taken & contained.

I was unsure of this trail, overgrown & dark.
The trees were tall & frightened me upon their sight,
And their branches blocked out all light.

My heart beat fast & weakened my breath.
The path was rocky from lack of attention,
And my legs were sore from all the tension.

Nothing penetrated this forest so dreary.
I could feel myself sob within this place,
But nothing I did could make the dark go away.

Halfway through I was sure I was lost.
My legs gave out & I fell to my knees,
All while night began to come to life & I began to weep.

“Why can’t I find the way back home?”
I ask this while I fear the worst to come,
And that’s when I know I must not give up.

I get to my feet in a shock of rattling thunder.
This is the path I chose, & it will lead to somewhere,
Because anywhere I am is really there.

Towards the end of the path I see the full moon up high.
I see it raised & glowing a brilliant shade of yellow,
And I know then that I have found the meadow.

I didn’t take the path I knew was safe.
I traveled the one neglected & cold,
To find out there was something still within my soul.