Through The Forest

Through the branches and brambles in my path, I see the bright sun.  I see where I'm supposed to go.  I must remember that to take the path less traveled, means that I will have to fight my way through.  For the most part, the road not taken is the one that has brought me the most.  The most love, the most joy, the most pain, and the most strength.  Truly it has made all the difference.  Some days, I remember the first path.  It's ease, pounded by the feet of the masses, looks so inviting.  Let's be honest though, I wouldn't be happy on that path.  I thrive on the challenge and sometimes, on the very pain that has come so close to defeating me. It's moments like these when I have to remember that I chose this path.  Although I may, in ages and ages hence, tell my story with a sigh; it will also be told with victory.

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 marked 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. 

~Robert Frost~

That is all.