Here’s a little something I wrote recently…
I am a road not taken
… overshadowed by paths that meet
and diverge and cross over me; that
tie themselves to me without a thought.
I have been trampled
who have used me only as a means
to get to the roads surrounding me.
Why wouldn’t they? I am not here for them.
There are others who have stayed a while, lingered too long,
stood above me, weighed me down, run halfway and back;
come and gone, and then left faint traces of themselves behind.
I have seen
and dark days
Why wouldn’t they? They were not here for me.
I have been told I am too pretty to be chosen;
that the forest around me obscures the view;
that I am too deep and dark to walk down.
I have endured
years of neglect and
every drop of rain and sun
in this state.
Why wouldn’t I? I am here for a reason.
I am waiting for your footsteps
to take me where you are going.
I know the way as well as you do
and I would like us to get there together,
if only you would take a step.
Why won’t you? I am a road not taken.
You have never known
one like me before,
But you should.
I am yours.