There is a pathway

There is a pathway,

A lonely one.

Fallen leaves covered up the path.

Rustling of the dried leaves,

dancing to the rhythm of the wind,

Soothing sound of nature.

Such a pretty sight.

Pretty sad empty sight.

Each steps I take towards it feels heavier.

I'm not used to one that is not taken.

I've always lived safe under someone's shadow,

The already woven path.Safe.

But this? This is new.

This will test me and tear me apart if I falter.

I didn't ask for this, but it doesn't matter.

Not anymore- cause I don't have a choice.

No.I won't give up,no.

My feet will drag me to places my heart isn't willing to.

Feeling comfortable is not what I deserve,

Being safe and guarded is not the reality,

The reality is that the world is cold,cruel and unfair.

And if at the end of this path I'm going to discover myself, be stronger and be able to face the world,

I shall keep walking,

Then start running,

Take that jumps I need to take,

And soar!

At the end of the day,  life does feel like Robert Frost's, 'The Road Not Taken.'

I snickered.

"Now let's walk towards it."