Crossroads Poem by Patrick Windjack

The sands of time drift by me. I have
come to a crossroads in my life. Time
seems to stand still, as if holding its
breath waiting in suspense of what I
chose. My heart tugs one way and my
conscience another. Myself is torn and
stands arguing with each other. Bystanders
come and watch guessing which way I
will go.
'Will he follow his heart, or will he do
what's right? '. My life is turning into a
tragedy, I am losing control and spiraling
downward into the dark abyss of depression.
The wind picks up and breaks me of
this trance. Time speeds up and I start to
see my life flash by me, showing me how
it would be if I choose to follow my
conscience. My life leads to nowhere, and I
live an uneventful life, and die without
doing anything exciting.
I am thrown back to the crossroads, and
I know the choice that I must make. The
path is unclear, with many bumps and
twists and turns along the way, but my
heart is who I am. If I lose my heart
than I'll lose myself, and there will be
no point to this life.
So, I gather myself up, take a deep breath,
pray for God to not lead me astray, and
start down the path of the rest of my life.