Diverged

Here I am
at the proverbial crossroads
and like others before me
I stand alone.

I look left
and then I look right
knowing that my fate
is already set in stone.

I could travel
the same distance both ways
and never know
what never was.

I could stay here
and set up camp
living my life with no
purpose or cause.

The luxury some have
to take their time
and decide
while others
must move quickly
and not hide.

Frost, he could travel both
but a man I am not
so why not venture out,
change course,
and zig-zag between
what will be and
what might be?
Or yet again,
I could follow no path,
forge my own
and cover my tracks
so no other mortal
could ever find
the real me.

© Autumn Siders 2018
Diverged

#tbt

My physical scars
have only me to blame:

The divot above my eye
from scratching chicken pox,
the bump upon my head
caused by a nail,
the scratch down my cheek
from a cat less-than-impressed,
the discoloration on my knees
from racing trash cans down a hill.

My emotional scars
have only you to blame:

My inability to trust
which you, I obviously could not,
my lack of interest in love
which I thought was real with you,
my error in stringing others along,
which I learned from the best,
the wall around my heart
that I raced to build as you walked away.

© Autumn Siders 2017
#tbt

Well Wishes

This is the first year
I did not wish you well
and it doesn’t bother me
like I thought it would.
Who are you
and who am I?
We’ve grown apart
and sailed away,
drifted alone
our separate ways.

What more do we say
when all has been said?

It’s been many years
since you have wished me well
and it doesn’t bother me
but this you know.
I may not have said it,
but I thought of you still
so maybe my well wishes
will find you anyway.

© Autumn Siders 2018
Well Wishes