Crossroads

I look to my right and I see him

The safe choice

The right choice

The boy my mother loves and my father calls "son"

He's stood a little way down a road,

A road paved for miles and miles in one direction

Without a turning or another crossroad in sight.

And it's a road full of white picket fences and 2.5 kids but-

But he's the right choice.

Everyone says it, thinks it, sees it.

Everyone except the voice in the back of my mind

 That urges me to look left.

Author's Note

for all of those that have the courage to turn left, and for all of those that don't, and for the boy who I was always meant to love, but never truly could

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

You have to listen to that voice. The "right" choice seems void of any excitement, as far as you can see. Careful that the" left" choice doesn't take you down a bad road however. Best strategy....meet more people....get more choices. ( : O )

[hanir]

If we're talking about your life, the choices of others wont matter in the end. It s your life. It s your choice.
nicely written. 😊

[Eala Cartwright]

thank you, i'm glad you liked it:)
and you're right haha, I chose left it the end :) x

[hanir]

😊
You're welcome!
Keep writing.