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#79887 - 10/13/06 04:49 PM which way
bc22 Offline

Registered: 09/22/06
Posts: 82
Loc: indiana
I walked along the winding path
the road that is my life
when I came upon the fork in it
go left? or maybe right.

This crossroads had a different look
A choice not seen before
An option, or a different path
that shook me to the core

Would I choose the regular path
and calm the emotional storm
Or would I take the road less traveled
in appearence, not safe and warm

If I take the normal path
I'm safe from lifes worst side
because nothing harms what can not feel
it's really the kiddie ride

Or do I choose to take the path
that takes a different turn
the one where I can truly feel
and apply all that I learn

the choice, it seems, is not that tough
who wants a path of pain
I do, i choose the path of life
and to feel it's cleansing rain!

#79888 - 10/13/06 05:20 PM Re: which way
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Registered: 05/02/05
Posts: 22045
Loc: Carlisle, PA

Your poem reminds me so much of Robert Frost's "The Road not Taken". I'll stick it here because it's relevant to what you are talking about:

The Road not Taken (Robert Frost)

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Frost's poem is often misunderstood. What he really means is that as we make our way through life we encounter crucial moments when a decision has to be made. But in a way the decision has already been made. The spirit within us makes us who we are by guiding us to decisions that - taken together - are uniquely "us". Our lives are full of such moments, including many we never notice, and every one "makes all the difference" for what is to follow next. So the history of my life is about a constant process of me "being me".

I think your poem is saying much the same thing, or can be read that way. You are making a conscious choice, but in a way it was already uniquely you even before you made it. You "being you" is what has brought you to this time, this place, and this moment where an important decision lies before you.

And this unique quality of "being you" is what will make your steps in the future so special and your healing your own personal triumph, no matter what help or support you receive.

Much love,

Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me.
(Woody Guthrie)


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