CrossroadsA Poem by PeteI stood at the crossroads of my life. It had been a long road. A hard road. A long time coming. Building up to a final capacious crescendo in my soul. The final fallout from a nightmarish, nuclear armageddon. A cold, barren wasteland lay to the North. Haunting, heartbreak to the South. A flood of terrifying, tears to the East. Arid, disappointment to the West. The only remaining life was from the dust of passing cars. At least they knew where they were going. I was tired. Aching. Devoid of dignity. Wanted to lie down but that would just get me run over. My moral compass no longer functioning. I needed to go with the flow. Get with the program. Suck it up. I decided to flip a coin at the paralyzing, painful intersection. Whichever way it leaned would determine my path. The coin spun in the air. Glistened in the sun. Basked in the breeze. Just as my fate hung in the balance, I was distracted by a flock of birds taking flight. I heard the coin fall but chose to ignore it. Rather than leave fate to chance, I decided to follow the birds of the air. Because they know best. They do not lie. Are peaceful. Content. Singing. Soaring. Always landing on their feet, no matter what. They get what they need but not what they want. I guess everything will be all right after all. After the great fall. Unmitigated gall. I found ... ... at the crossroads ...
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Added on March 31, 2017Last Updated on March 31, 2017 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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