Sometimes a heart isnt broken, it's just worn down over time. |
Divergence "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood." I hear the words of Frost's mournful voice. I think of my life, both the bad and the good, and how I'm now facing that choice. Love's fading light reveals the starkness as I view the landscape of my heart. Somehow I've been pulled into the darkness; I've lost the light that drew me at the start. In the dark emptiness that I find there, I see the ghosts of my happiness lost. Their warm echoes tell me I still care. Should I stay? What would be the cost? We've lost our way since we first set out. Our shared dreams weren't solid – just foam. We now wander a forest filled with doubt and realize that there's no way back home. Do I continue along the well trodden path and follow the footsteps of many before? Do I stay with someone who's filled with wrath and honor vows that now taste of rancor? Or do I choose the path "less traveled by" and seek out my own inner vision? I stare at the choices and, lost in a sigh, I fade to black through my own indecision. Notes Broken Hearted Poetry Contest Prompt: Into the darkness. Thank you for taking the time to read my words. Please, take a few moments and leave a comment. Criticism, praise , reactions... whatever crosses your mind is welcome Ken |