I have come to a fork in the road
two paths ahead of me
as different as night and day
One appears as such
Pristine
Flat
Golden
Boring
Unhappy
in its gold gilded glitter
The other as thus
Overgrown trees
Knarled roots protruding from the blackened ground
Hard
Strenuous
Exerting
Treacherous
Adventure
I take the path less traveled
into the lion's mouth I go
Suddenly wicked clouds block the moons glow
Lightening flits across the sky
Dancing it's chaotic tango
I seek shelter under one of the majestic oaks
Finding a knot hole large enough for my body
Not a moment too soon
Rain comes down in waves
Hail pelts the ground where I had stood
Covering the darkened earth in white
Wind whips through the trees
****** them of their leaves
It rips through my soul
Tearing from it the doubts
This is the path for me
One of hardship
Mercy
Hard love
Chaos
As suddenly as the storm came it leaves
the path is still treacherous
My head held high
My shoulders back
I let fear stay at my feet to keep me grounded
Hope at my head to keep it up
Peace at my core to wield off doubt
Defiance as my sword to cut down passiveness
I will remain strong in this chaos
*as I continue my journey into the mouth of the lion