My Crossroads

A poem about struggling with decisions in my life.

My Crossroads

 

Standing at the crossroads,

Looking left and right,

Trying to pick a path,

On this darkened night,

Searching for an indication,

Of which road to choose,

Depending on which way I go,

I could win or I could lose.

 

 

The rain begins to sprinkle down,

The wind is howling loud,

Stars twinkling in the sky,

Visible with lack of clouds,

The street lights begin to flicker,

I know time is running out,

I still haven't made my choice,

My mind is filled with doubt.

 

 

I close my eyes breathing deep,

Trying to unwind,

Hoping that the right decision,

Is somewhere in my mind,

The minutes tick by slowly,

And as I open my eyes,

I turn my gaze above me,

To the star filled sky.

 

 

I had been asking for guidance,

But now it is all so clear,

My mind had been overcome,

With uncertainty and fear,

But now I realise it doesn't matter,

Which path I choose,

Because in the end it's down to me,

If I win or if I lose.

 

Reviews

[Riordan McNew]

The crossroads to me always has to do with the old hoodoo tradition of selling your soul at the crossroads. I've learned that it is only called that to incite fear, I think you successfully sold yours at this crossroads occasion, as can be seen in your poetry. Great poem and realization at the end of it that it is up to you completely. Really enjoyed it.

[Distant horizons]

brilliant. great flow in your work. really enjoyed this