Crossroads

By Me

Have you ever been at a crossroads in your life?
I think often times in my life when there is intersections of roads will I take the one chosen for me or will I choose a different route?
Will I repeat the journeys of my family or create my own path?
Will an undercurrent tow me in or will I leap out with the waves?
Will I listen to the voice that beckons my name or even hear the call?
Will I sway with the trees or make new growth?
What will I do when faced at the crossroads?
Will I hold on tight or let go?

One of my favorite poems is “The Road Not Taken”
By Robert Frost (1874–1963).

The Road Not Taken
"TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."