Fork (Poem)

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Wandering adulthood, I find myself at a fork in the road,

Nobody here to follow, nobody to tell me where to go.

The shadow of my brother lingers beside me,

Still and silent, his only guidance being my memories.

I take a step forward and feel a stone in my stomach,

A gut instinct beckoning me to turn back.

As I take a step towards the other road,

I'm overwhelmed by the thought of being alone,

As I know company is at the end of the other path.

I let loose a sigh and begin to walk, never looking back,

As voices whisper in my ear, leaving my questioning my choice.

"You're going to regret it..." whispers one voice,

"Isolation is not a solution..." whispers another.

"You're rushing this, it's not time" they mutter,

As I put my earbuds, and let them drown in a upbeat song,

I open my eyes and slowly speed up into a jog,

My back aching with every step on the smooth concrete.

I clear my head and simply let myself breathe,

Assessing the pros and cons of the path I had taken.

I know that if I had taken the other I would be broken,

But the risk of failure in this route is alarming.

I have been spending ever so long mentally preparing

To take this route at one point or another.

I suppose I can say it's better sooner than later,

This is my window of opportunity, this is my chance,

When I don't have to worry about struggles in finance.

When I want to escape from friends and family,

When I am feeling hopeful and not struggling mentally,

When would I ever get a chance like this again?

This is the path with the least struggle, the least pain,

Back to reality, I step into my work environment,

Sit down and take a drink, resting for a minute.

And as I take out my earbuds, I hear the whispers...

But this time, they're supportive, slowly getting louder.

"You would regret the other path..." one voice claims,

"You're ready for this leap of faith!" the second exclaims.

"This is the best solution." the final voice assures me...

And for just a moment, I can envision my future clearly.

An empty home full of potential, a clean slate for mind and body.

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