Your Path Poem by crystal conrickknight

Many take the path most traveled to their destination avoiding the thorns and bushes and undesired reflections.
Paths traveled less part a time,
when thoughts become privy to a moment of clarity.
Like a smoky haze at dawn sending chills down ones spine,
like a cold breeze passes by a shiver of hope ignites,
Strength within the walls of time doth reflection ever twine,
weave and twirl like twisted branches of new ideas and silent passages,
excitement, jilted fears set aside,
for a moments time to reflect ones life.