Many early roads in younger years
were crooked, fraught with a sense
of failure, yet each dark

direction brought new knowledge
of alternative ways to live,
and paved a smoother path.

Most recent traversed road
was wider, scarier because
of age, and deeply planted roots.

Pieces of my heart stubbornly
refused to move with me, but I love
where I live, and roads have two sides.

Written for:  http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/ #177 – “The Road

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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