Pathways

I think I will allow it all to overtake me now.

I think I will let it win for just now until I know I am emptied of my hope and my tears.

Both are futile.

I shall leave them at this crossing and finally pick a road.

This forked juncture, the junction has been inhabited for years. I dare take a turn now.

Right when I feel my hope is lost, left behind with my tears.

I will not allow it to cradle me,

For then I will breathe only the essence of sorrow.

Today I turn and run the right way.

Toward my sense of victory.