Like Frost,
The road less travelled,
Did I take,
But I fear,
I took the wrong road,
Following a trail to my own discontent,
Running away from myself,
Trying to be everything for everybody,
The result;
Nothing for me.
No more can I follow,
The path I’ve walked,
Ignoring a talent so raw,
That in its refinement,
I will find comfort,
A peaceful warrior poet,
Emerging daily,
Five words at a time.
My grief,
Sheer and antagonizing,
Holding me in the despair,
As I consider what I lost,
In the time I’ve wasted.
As I heal,
I know that I can,
I know that I will,
I know that you will,
Soar with me,
As I finally take flight,
As destiny intended.
SDM
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