The Journey Poem by Dermot McGarthy

The Journey

At the crossroads of love, hope,
Regret, and expectation,
Which path would you tread,
As your chosen destination?

Would you ramble gleefully down the way of hope,
Run wide-eyed onto love's highway,
Shuffle tirelessly through the mire of regret,
Or stall frequently on expectation's pass?
Would your spirit cry hallelujah or alas,
At what's left behind or lies ahead?
The siege of a racing heart and,
Its surrender to the head.

When reason is your escort,
Your driver and your guide,
You hold the key in your sweaty palm,
To free what's deep inside.

There are no signpost here,
Your soul must point the way,
What is seared delicately forever there,
Will separate being from clay.