Third Option

I'm standing at a crossroads
one road looks exceedingly rough
though I've never seen its end
and know not what awaits me at the finish.

The other path is redundant
I've traveled it before
seen its many pitfalls
been challenged by its beasts.

It's my path.

Only I have crafted that rut
I traveled to the end many times
always let down by the result
the terminus looks just like the trailhead.

Behind me is a void
a lonely dark ravine
almost certain death.

Too scared to move on
I turn and jump
I'm beaten now
the fight is over.

I find freedom.

abundant

life.

--Shenandoah Lynd