Off Road
Off Road
In the middle of the road,
facing a fork
and flames of pain in three directions,
I know this:
whatever I choose
will teach my feet a new way forward.
No shade.
One road is flooded.
One is rocky.
One is paved.
“Take the road less traveled,”
a voice whispers.
But my heart says,
“Beat another path.”
Uncharted,
uncertain,
I count to three
and walk against
everything comfort taught me,
just to reclaim my sanity.
Fields of fear
wait like weather—
thoughts I have not thought,
feelings I have not yet survived.
Still,
a path of faith
is made in the dark,
against the odds
of a brutal reality.
The light is still in the sky.
My ancestors followed
the drinking gourd.
I search for the face
of their freedom.
Liberation from fear.
Freedom from pain.
Freedom from uncertainty.
Freedom from failure.
Freedom from—
from the given choices.
So I step off the road
and into the darkness
to find the light,
making my own path
as I go.
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