A Word To D (Tribute To
The road forked under overhanging trees
Which way to go? Gloom added anxiety.
I had no map to tell which road ran free:
A downhill path to leave my pain and flee.
A place to hide, emotional priority.
I made my choice, it led not to my joy;
But rathe, to a black and evil place
Where hope is killed and fear and pain alloy.
A stagnant lake no outlet marked by buoy;
And no ambition that I could embrace.
Did I choose wrong should? I have gone that way
That led up hill perhaps, towards the light.
The hope of light, the joy of warming May.
The kiss of sun, the splash of sea thrown spray?
I could have done, but I walked into night.
I choose my path after an arrow prayer.
Decision made I could not now undo.
Where it would lead? I was not then aware
That I would go through pain and deep despair
To reach my joy: and find my life in you!
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