At the fork in the road
which route to take.
Both are covered with
dust and debris
but one must surely be marked for me.
A hand digs deep
to pull loose the petals that made the flower weep.
Fingers clench tightly over the loves me and loves me nots
Eyes close, heart in a knot.
The mind is shushed with determined will.
Then the first step is taken with calculated risk
One petal dropped to find the way back
Never trusting the soul to pick the right path.
Along the way there are potholes and storms
but when looking over a shoulder the path reveals
The wind has swept the petals away
Faith in them was of little consequence
It was the faith in the first step, the journey
that time spent
And to look at me now, who knows where it all went.
Shoulders are broader though their load is much lighter
The heart that was once torn has been worn like coal
to reveal the diamond within the soul.
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