Waiting - A Poem

Two paths lie before me,
And I stand before them,
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
And they wait for me,
But the decision about which path
Is not mine.

I wait.
And wait.
And wait.

Both paths are clear,
Each turn easily visible.
No hidden twists or turns.
Each path equally viable.
But the decision about which path
Is not mine.

I wait.
And wait.
And wait.

Finally, a decision.
I take a step.
Then another.
And another.
I walk.
And walk.
And walk.

Onto the next crossroads.

Comments

[Tanya Warbington]

You are so talented dawn. wish you were here to help me write one.:)

[rene of the philippines]

"...But the decision about which path Is not mine...."