A Path Between Two Roads

I am torn between two roads, 

a path of least resistance—

and another that breaks every bone

surrounding my aching heart. 

At the crossroads of the two paths 

is a tree with two angled branches—

one pointing in each direction, 

and I am finding it difficult to choose. 

For one path I know, 

and the other seems distant. 

One I can call my home, 

while the other is a work of art. 

I fear for the aftermath, 

because of each path’s chances. 

I’m afraid to even mention—

One I will win, the other I might lose. 

And I’m not sure which path to choose. 

Both roads seem to go on forever, 

but time does not wait for one’s destiny—

so perhaps I should choose neither, 

and walk the path in between. 

A path made completely for me.