My Road

My Road

I have been walking down this road for what seems like forever; it is not a road you could find. This road is only for me. Only I can be on this road. As I walk I pass scenes playing of my past. They are happy times and sad times, good times and bad times. I never stop to watch because although I don’t know where I am going, I know I cannot stop. I can’t stand still; I must keep moving. As I walk this road of mine I carry a pack. This pack contains things like broken hearts and broken dreams. Mostly what I carry in this pack is memories of you. These memories are heavy and have been weighing down on my shoulders for as long as I’ve been walking. When you left is when I started walking this road and as I walked I thought of you. The more I thought of you, the more weight I began to bear. I wish I knew where this road was going and when it stopped. I feel as though I’m walking through a dream, but the pain I feel tells me I am not. So I keep walking and thinking of you, even with happy memories floating by me, I feel no joy. Finally I see a memory of you and me. It was when we first met. I looked so happy, and we looked so good together. For a moment I felt a glimmer of happiness, but than I wondered. What happened, why did you leave? Than that little ounce of joy I felt fades away and I walk on. Finally I come to a choice on my road, left or right? I know I can stand here and ponder for long because I am already feeling restless. Than I hear a voice, I can’t see whom the voice belongs to yet, but I already know. It is another version of me. This other me steps into view and what I see shocks me. It is the once happy version of me, with no burden to bear. Other me tells me to make the choice of left or right. Left and I will let go of him and all the weight he has left me to carry. Right and I travel on feeling not like myself, but keeping his memory with me. She looks so happy; she smiles at me and fades away. I don’t know what to do. I would like to go left, but do I know how to live without him anymore? I look right and see more memories of him; my load feels heavier for a brief moment. I know I need to make this choice fast because I can’t stand still here much longer. At last I scream and drop to my knees. I get up and start walking. All at once my burden that was him melts away from me. I know I will always remember him, but I knew I needed to move on. Left, the path of new beginnings is my choice.