Through the woods was a fork in in path
One to the left and one to the right
One filled with love the other with wrath
One angel, one a psychopath
One with darkness and one with the light.

To the left was solely misery
Turn left, turn right was my only choice
To the right was truly destiny
I sprinted right desperately
No more silence but to have a voice.

The air was filled with dirt from the land
Disturbing the geese in the pond
I screamed, “Anna, I love you goddamn!”
I looked to the right, for you I scanned
In the distance I heard you respond.

“What took you so long? Did you get lost?”
I said, “I was lost so long ago
and on my path darkness was around.”
My eyes were dead, they were so glossed.
You kissed my lips and said, “You’re safe now.”

This poem is for the Day 2 prompt from NaPoWriMo.Net where the writer was to take a look at the very famous poem by Robert Frost “The Road Not Taken” and to write a poem about the road one has not taken, but it has made all of the difference. And for me, the only path, the only choice, the only road to have been taken…was the one that lead me to the arms of Anna.