Which way?

Standing at the crossroads,

intersecting points of life

Decisions come and go

Asphalt dreams a reality

Street signs cause confusion

and mile markers stare,

daring me to move

 

Worn out high tops,

dirty laces untied and dragging

can’t fend the heat

burning through my socks,

melting me to this place

glazed in debris

of evaporated tear drops,

never reaching the ground

 

It is here that I wait,

shading my eyes from the sun,

wiping sweat from my brow

Seeking only a direction

which way to turn,

wishing dotted line hints

and free flowing shoulders

would reveal the route

to where I might find -

who I am supposed to be

 

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

A question with an answer that is constantly changing... Great piece of pondering here, Will.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Rita for your nice words today.

[just Penny]

"glazed in debris
of evaporated tear drops,
never reaching the ground"
I love these lines, so creative and unique. But then most of your poetry is and I am learning to expect the unexpected before I click on any of your RRs. This feels like an identity crisis to me, where nothing can really show us the way. Think i have spouted on about instinct to you before so will shuttup now :) Loved this. Penny

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Penny for this nice review. Spout all you like, I will alway smile when you visit.

[MsJewel]

I can relate to your words...searching...confusion...not knowing which path to choose and hoping when we do choose it will be the right one.

Outstanding writing my friend, which I have come to expect from you.

:) Julie

[willweb]

Julie, it is so nice to see you here. Thank you for this beautiful rview of my poem. I am thrilled you enjoyed this one.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, if only it were so easy. If only the dotted lines would lead us to the destination we are meant to belong. As it is though, trial and error come into play and often the road we choose is not the one that feels right. The metaphor here is great, Will. Lydi**

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Lydi for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. I am always excited to know your feelings on what I write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of a seen at the end of "Castaway"
those decisions especially later in life when we have experienced much...those can really be difficult...especially if we still aren't sure who we are supposed to be.

[willweb]

Thank you Jacob. Castaway is a good thought here. Tossed away might be better. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. I really enjoy your work and it means a lot that you stopped by.

[kublakhan27]

This is a great piece, eloquently told...you've given fresh insights to the image and the concept of a crossroads, and made it relateable for many people I'm sure...I know I relate to it very much...I love the evaporated tears, it drove home a feeling of despair, even fear, in debating which way to go...and will we regret the choice we make? Well done Will.

[willweb]

Thank you Kublakhan27 for this nice review. I am thrilled you enjoyed this one. I suppose we will never know if we will regret the choice unless we make one.

[Frieda P]

When I figure out which way is up, I'll let you know...love this one Will, I can relate. That second stanza is my favorite but I really enjoyed the entire journey of scrambling to find your way.

[willweb]

Thank you Frieda P. Please do let me know if that happens. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. I am honored you did.

[Frieda P]

I always seem to relate to your words on a base level Will, the pleasure is mine indeed, and yes, of course, you'll be the first to know...

[Einstein Noodle]

"Crossroads" is my all time favorite song .. its history is rich with devastation and pain and decision making .. your poem immediately brought it to mind .. the thing that stands out .. aside from the difficulty .. is that this person is searching .. stuck .. but still searching .. and i like that .. it means there is still hope :)
E.

[willweb]

There is always hope E. and we can find it as long as we keep searching. Thank you once again for alwyas leaving such wonderful reviews on my poetry.

[Matching Socks]

This way, follow me... You can trust me Will. I won't lead you down the wrong path. :P

[willweb]

Ok, let me tie my shoes first, here I come. Thank you Ana. I can always count on you to make me smile.

[Frontier]

melting me to this place
glazed in debris
of evaporated tear drops,
never reaching the ground- this was really, really great!

I often feel this way...so this spoke to me, I enjoyed reading. :)

[willweb]

Thank you so much Frontier for your wonderful review of my poem. It seems many of us face these crossroads in our lives. I hope you found the right route to take for you.