Crossroads

Looking back through old poetry journals from middle school and I came across the first poem I ever wrote.

I met Him at the crossroads,

He looked me in the eyes.

I told Him I was sorry, 

He told me not to cry. 

I told Him of my past regrets,

my endless list of mistakes. 

He told me, "Loving you is a chance

that I am willing to take."

I confessed I had my doubts.

He told me "Just believe."

I asked him where I should begin.

He said "Just follow me."

I stood there at the crossroads,

looked to my right and to my left, 

But neither direction that I could see

looked better than the rest. 

I asked Him where my future lies--

which direction I should choose.

He said "Just fix your eyes on me

and there's no way that you can lose."