Having early on taken the road less traveled
I have come, many decades later,
to understand that the road,
any traveled road has an ending.
It is inconceivable to me now
how god damned young I was once.
I spent my life winding living into a ball,
now I am done and it unwinds too slowly.
The forests and glades do not care.
They remain hidden, unchanged
but I was so god damn young
when I set myself there among them.
Allowing whatever fell from the sky fall,
to land where it would, I was not concerned.
I was so god damned young
nothing could harm me, hurt me, curse me.
Now that I feel so god damned and tired,
close to the door that opens
no matter what road taken.
I am so god damned broken, powerless.
I will have no marker
but these god damned words
And the city streets and high rise buildings,
forest trees and hidden clear streams
now meant for someone else will not care.
© M Durfee