Today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.
Oh. Hell. This should be interesting.
Two roads diverged in a wood,
over
and over
and over
And.
Over.
countlessly confronted
by conflicting
and contradictory
courses
And I –
I.
TOOK THE WRONG TURN –
EVERY.
DAMNED.
TIME.
Or did I?
Perhaps
the paths I preferred
of those
which were proffered
served as a singularity.
Each a solitary street.
No selection at all.
Wondering “What If”
contributes no comfort.
“Going back”
bestows no benefit.
The past has passed
“Do-Over”?
Done.
Over.
my life
is
My Life
And I Am Here,
less traveled roads and
bumper-to-bumper
interstates alike.
Now, there is only forward;
directions to be determined.
Yet –
I now own my road
And revel in its
redemptive reality.
And that will make all the difference.
👏👏👏
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