Here I stand at a crossroads

Except it’s not; really
There is no fork in the road before me
No multiple trails for me to choose
One path is clear that I can see
And I only need to walk it.

Why, then, am I afraid to walk?
Afraid of what, exactly?
I cast furtive glances at the jungle around me
The cliff on one side stares eagerly back
I gulp and continue on the path before me.

I’d like to think my trail is easy to follow
But often I find the path is not there
“Is there even a path?” a voice mocks in my head
I want to listen, I really do
My feet know better; they carry me forward.

My path sometimes crosses with a stranger’s
Some going back the way I came
A few stay with me awhile, and we swap stories of our travels
Fewer still, stay and walk with me
I am glad I stayed on my path.

Still today, I walk
I freely admit now; I know not what lies at the end
But I know that it does not matter
One path is laid out before me
And I only need to walk it.


-Nixie