Crossroads

Crossroads

A Poem by Jen

I took my get up an go and ran with it,
but couldn't run far.
I got to that inevitable crossroad,
and stood there listening to all the noises 
in my head
SSHHHH!!!!
I CAN'T THINK!!
You would think screaming that,
that would have worked, 
but it didn't, 
it just made it all louder.
Which way do i go?
to the left?
to the right?
stay straight?
go back?
Someone please tell me,
someone show me the way.
God, if your there, 
it is now that i need you most.
My heart,
my heart lies broken,
tattered and torn,
my bones,
my bones are tired and weary.
I can't walk this walk alone,
i can't fight,
this fight......not alone.
Who i was,
and what i have become,
lay at my feet,
in the dirt,
frail and lifeless.
I'de like to leave it all behind,
and take the path less chosen.
Start out fresh and anew,
no baggage from yesturday's
sorrow,
no old wounds,
that never did heal.
A fresh start......YES!!
What a burden to be lifted!

© 2011 Jen


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A very nice poem, Jen (if that's your real name). Inspiring, really. If I were talking to the person that wrote this poem I might be compelled to say something like: I'm not God. Not even a messenger. Just another soul that can say, "Been there, done that." The secret is you have to want "the change." There are so many voices, as you say, suggesting that you do this or that. It's the subtle knife that cuts away at YOU... the Arab's curse; death by a thousand cuts. These cuts are in your mind and on your soul; perhaps your physical body as well. They, the forces that compel you beyond your comprehension, they won't relent until YOU decide to give yourself another chance... other options that maybe you don't yet know you have. Just LOOK for them. They're there, as is the peace and purpose your long for. Hold your hand up to your face, look at it, wiggle your fingers. It's JUST THAT EASY. Be well, do good work. Peace.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jen

12 Years Ago

Thanks for the review.



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A very nice poem, Jen (if that's your real name). Inspiring, really. If I were talking to the person that wrote this poem I might be compelled to say something like: I'm not God. Not even a messenger. Just another soul that can say, "Been there, done that." The secret is you have to want "the change." There are so many voices, as you say, suggesting that you do this or that. It's the subtle knife that cuts away at YOU... the Arab's curse; death by a thousand cuts. These cuts are in your mind and on your soul; perhaps your physical body as well. They, the forces that compel you beyond your comprehension, they won't relent until YOU decide to give yourself another chance... other options that maybe you don't yet know you have. Just LOOK for them. They're there, as is the peace and purpose your long for. Hold your hand up to your face, look at it, wiggle your fingers. It's JUST THAT EASY. Be well, do good work. Peace.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jen

12 Years Ago

Thanks for the review.

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What do i say here.....well, iv'e been writing since i was 12 years old. I find that it's an outlet for me, seeing's how i'm not very good at talking. I'm not here for rating's or to boost my ego, jus.. more..

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