Early Morning Frost Bite Poem by Miranda Weller

Here I sit holding tears in my eyes. The night spent in thought, as the crescent moon fades to early morning. I find my self at two paths each venturing in different directions. I must decide now which to take and how to choose. To the right I can see a wide path easily traveled and worn. To the left a narrow path with twists and turns showing adventure and discovery. I must decide where to go from here. There is no easy way because going back is no option and for this I cry. My heart crumbled and alone. I will go the route less traveled upon and make a new path. must I do it alone or find someone to accompany me. I can see my companion I can smell and hear my companion. As I reach my hand to grab hers she fades so quickly. Am I simply dreaming are these tears not real? Is my heart denying this and allowing the pretend. I must face this alone so I take my first step towards this dream and she is beside me. I turn around to make sure I’m on the right path and once again there she went... she's gone again...