Reoccurring Roads

Reocurring RoadsBy Rachelle * Fernandez

On my road i sometimes halt between two roads,
here i stand between two worlds agian,
now i must choose

the first one,
with bare branches an dead grass,
life was nothing on that road,
a gloomy hell,
in the wind you could feel death all around,
there was dark tangles and twisted screams,
and just a sense of isolation,
feeling of great depression.

the road that is on opposite side has a peaceful sense of feeling,
it's lovely in all ways,
green is all around,
laughter and happiness always to found.

now i must choose,
the first one i have gone through once,
was only eight when i went in,
i wanted to get away far from it all,
i did not want to live nor die so i met them half way,
i finally got out at thirteen.

i've chosen the other road also only once,
far different than the other,
i was ready to live,
to come out of the box i was in for so long.

15 now,
now i must choose,
go on the road that held me so long with its deep sadness and depression,
or the road with change and happiness,
now i must choose,
which one shall i choose?

the road in knowing when i am happy tis' the one i choose,
leading my life away from my sadness,
looking towards the future.