Road Less Taken

Night wraps all the trees.

The sound of my car engine fades away as I park.

Doors are shut…silence all around.

My ability to move is no longer there.

I am tired.

So very tired….3 years of pretending are finally taking their toll on me.

Robert Frost’s “The road not taken” keeps echoing in my head.

My eyes turn blurry, my knees are weak, tears begin to warm my face.

Red and yellow lines begin dancing in front of me.

I lock the car and reach for the phone hoping my parents are upstairs to rescue me.

My *I am a grown up* alter ego kicks in and the phone drops .

Silence.

More silence.

Dancing lines fade away…

I keep repeating “I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

two roads diverged in a wood, and I --

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference”

Failed careers, uninspired nights, words lost and emotions forbidden may still come in the future for me.

I will know things and learn things…moments like these will come around again… I will grow tired again.

Choices will lay ahead … I will not always know what to do.

Parents will breathe down my back, society will press me even more, friends will read into my actions
and take it the wrong way and I will not always know what to do.

Jobs will continue to be uninspiring, relationships unfulfilling and laughter non hearted.

Pretense will continue to rule my life and small details will continue to be taken over by me.

But I have already known my destiny.

I have chosen to take the road less traveled and that already has made all the difference.