Choices

Roads diverge in

Yellow woods

All the time…the

Power

Is in the

Potential.

And Frost was right

When he implied that

Both

Would be equally pleasant.

Sometimes with roads

It’s not so much a

Matter of

Which

But rather

When.

Renaissance

Twice blessed

Thrice blessed

Empowered to inhabit the

Flip of my hair…the

Pale of my eyes…the

Curve of my skin.

Measuring life by the

Length of my arms and the

Strength of my thighs.

Emboldened by the

Swell of my lip…the

Trip of my tongue.

Immersed in the good,

Ready to run

To the new.

Gifts

I cannot give you riches.

I cannot give you gold.

But I can give you a heart that is true,

And a love that will never

Grow cold.

Gifts are fragile and tricky things.

Best when selfless and

Without any strings.

But what if a gift is rejected?

Reflected?

Lonely and left behind?

The giver then has a choice to make.

Continue to give despite

Heartache and loss,

When gifts that are precious

End up treated as dross.

I cannot give you riches.

I cannot give you gold.

But I will give you a heart that is true,

And a love that will never

Grow cold.

This Hardship is Nothing

Battered, bruised, bloodied, but

Unbroken.

Clinging to this lonely mountain not

Because I’ve given up, but

Rather to gather

Strength to start again.

I would walk the world for you.

I’ve walked until I could no longer stand, and

Now on my knees, I crawl.

Rough, rugged, craggy, lonely mountains will not keep me

From you.

My love is more than this mountain.

My heart’s hunger will not be denied.

I am battered, bruised, bloodied, but

Unbroken.

I will find you.

Love lasts longer than this world only.

Equilibrium

Veer to the left.

Swing wide to the right.

I don't have the

Whatever

to 

Fight this fight.