Monday, April 23, 2012

The Fates Have A Fickle Way About Them.

The trees stood like melted candles-
Like an old mans fragile hands, bubbled & warped.
The warm sun blazed up above
A gentle breeze giving me a blissful, bittersweet relief- reminding me I'm only human.
I felt as though there were three pairs of hands, guiding my feet, heart and mind.

I've debated this decision for awhile,
As it was- a crossroad, however cliché.
I could follow the freeway that would give me a set, splendid life,
Or follow the game trail, not quite a path meant for silk slippers.
Obviously, I'm more adventurous, maybe more so than for my own good.. ..

My eye gazed heaven bound, as I looked at the brick, marble, and glass that would harness the power of my comply.
"I'm a selfish creature" I say with a half-wit smile.
I stride forward, gracefully entering my coronation, my creation.

Though I must confess-
After many sleepless nights, and even more wrinkled brows-
I'm embarking on this survey, although I'm sure the wilderness- wildness of that path has taken me, and now taunts me.

So I sit here thinking of an internal war that was waged and won
And with the sweat of anticipation I finally realize,
this is my road, just for me.. ..

The One Shared eye twinkles with grace
my decision inside has been made,
Its the world that I want, and will forever chase.

-Jessica Carpenter-

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