Poetry - The Path

The mist is slowly creeping towards me as I sit by the edge of the deep encumbering lake. The light of the full moon, slowly covering me, barely starts to break though the dark menacing clouds to make its presence known. The only sound I hear is the chilling whisper of the bitter wind as it flows over the lake, though me, and on into the trees that are looming just behind me. I need to brace myself for the journey though the foreboding trees that stand between me and that what I desire most. I know that a crossroad awaits me once I reach the middle of those trees. It contains two immensely different paths leading into opposite directions.

It is here, in this forbidden place, where I sit with the pain of indecision overwhelming me as I try to make the choice of which path to take. The necessity to choose is undermining everything else in my heart and my head. It feels like I am sinking into a gaping sea of desperation. Not wanting but needing to finally choose which path to take. I don’t understand why this is such an unbearable thing for me to do. I can only choose one path, so I have to be sure that the choice I make is the right and true path for me to gather the courage to undertake.

The first path leads to you, the path of waiting and wanting. Hoping that you will be waiting and ready at the end, but I will never be sure if you will be there until I actually get there to find out. But the only way to find out for sure is to swallow that little bit of pride I have left and take that first step down that daunting path that leads to you. The wait may kill me but the result would so be worth it if I can just hold on long enough for the sweet result of having you belong to me completely without hesitation.

The second path leads to the unknown nothingness of waiting for what the future may hold for me without you in it. It is in the completely opposite direction of you, which means that the fighting and waiting for your heart is just too much for me to endure any longer. Knowing that the pain and uncertainty of not knowing where I stood with you was destroying me inside. If this is my choice then the only way to completely embrace this path is to completely sever all ties and bonds to you and walk into that unknown abyss.

But how can I know what is right, when everything feels so wrong and out of place. Does my choice even matter? Don’t you just end up where you were going to be no matter what? Do any of us really have a choice of where we end up? I think the choice we are presented with is just an illusion, an illusion to keep us in line and not questioning the world around us.

If the path has already been set, and we think that we can change this, then we are just naïve fools being led to the slaughter like lambs.