Traveller

A traveler's journey on the road.

I was once a traveler. I followed the road to home

My path was always clear, like it was set in stone

But one day when it appeared, a junction I didn't know

I took a turn and left the path that I had always known.

The way was narrow and steep, yet many had tread this path.

I thought the future looked bleak, the road ahead was dark.

On the road I found myself without a way to go.

I turned around and brought myself to the road that I had known.

Ahead of me, I saw the path as invisible as the wind

It brought me down on to my knees and I caved my sorrows in.

I laid myself onto the ground and looked up at the stars. 

Unable to bring myself to travel, I stayed there in the dark. 

Years have passed, my time is lost in the same old dusty road

I tried and tried to lift myself and "go on" as I am told.

I was ashamed how I, a traveler had failed to go ahead.

Filled with fear, I stay right here, afraid of what to do next.  

Author's Note

This is me writing a poem for the first time in 6 years.