Home > Creative Writing > Poetry
Created on: April 03, 2009
A women walks down a road and it branches into to three different directions, not knowing which one to go down she looks at each road intently thinking which one will lead me to where i want to go in my life.
The first road she looks down is very familiar filled with hardship and sadness and grief and look exactly like the road she is on now.
The second road is filled with warm and flower and sunshine and seems to be constantly bright and shiny, so much so that it seem to be more of fantasy than reality.
Finally she looks at the third road expecting it to be something exotic and exciting, but find that there is darkness and shade along with places of sun and worth, and has flowers dotted here and there.
The woman realizes that the first road is how you can make everything if you have no hope and that the second is someone who is living in fantasy rather than reality, but the third road is what life truly is. Life is full of hardships along with greatness and happiness. you have to work hard and sometimes make sacrifices but there is always happiness and worth on that roads that a places of sun and warmth , the road of life resemble your achievements and your accomplishments along with your happiness and sorrow that makes us learn and grow into respectable adults and humans.
As the lady choses the third path she smiles to herself and feels at peace knowing the future of her life is what she makes of it.
Learn more about this author, Bella Of Chaos.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
Poetry: Life's paths
Angel in the Dark
They called her Angel
She worked in the dark
trade of the devil
body for soul
She was an innocent
damaged so
by Ella Beckham
Two paths in life
Two roads
Two paths in life
One goes straight ahead
To a destination far beyond
The other curves and swerves
by R. Ross
A crying newborn enters life,
red,
cold,
distr aught.
A mother's hand,
a mother's heart beat,
is no longer present.
The child knows
by Adam Rogers
The Haze
All you see is like a blinding haze.
Sometimes hours feel like days.
Sometimes no path in your gaze.
People leave but
by Elaina Wicks
Each day proves a lesson,
life through a looking-glass.
Amids t infinite numbers,
feeling lost in the mass.
Witness to profound
View All Articles on: Poetry: Life's paths
Featured Partner
The OP Music House, Inc. is a 501(c)3 non-profit community center featuring two elements: (1) a music venue and recording studio for young adults, where local musicians donate their time to offer tips, advice, friendship and to jam. ...more