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”