Inspired by Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'
I Step, It's Done
I'm ever this lost. Drowning in choices
like
one way seems so right, the other, left.
Left
out on the cliff edge, just dreams, bereft
lost
breath, on tongue dead, beneath the voices.
Which
way? I'm the adult now, so it counts.
Bathe
in it, baby! Suck it in, sugar!
It's
where the big boys live, where they linger
soft
toys on a shelf, full of feathers, doubts.
Go
the way the others do? In a box,
matched candles burnt out. A stub of a life
still
showing, dripped past, going, like that knife
through
that butter, that hen house and the fox.
Two
paths take me home. Two paths. More than one.
I won't be back this way. I step. It's done.
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