There was a path
Deep in the woods.
Once it forked-
The bad, the good.
I choose to take
The left hand side,
I did not know
I had no map.
Now this road that I travel
Is dirty and battered
It's littered in dreams
That are broken and shattered.
Paved with wrong doings
And dotted with hearts,
That were taken from people
And just torn apart.
Pain and regret
Are common here.
Wherever you turn,
They're always near.
I want to cross
To the other path,
And leave behind
This painful wrath
I thought that I was forever
Doomed to walk.
And all the gates
We're tightly locked.
But as I continue,
A foot bridge I could see.
A bridge of hope
Called out to me.
Slowly I crossed
To the path of the good.
Finally I was on the path
Of which I thought I should.
Now hidden deep
In the woods
The one that forked;
The bad, the good.
I once was wrong
But now I'm right.
And before me
Glows a guiding light.
Altered by
A little step.
So close to falling
In darkened depths.
But I was finally
Pulled to hope.
I found the foot bridge,
And learned to cope.
My simple mistake
Following the crowd.
Ignoring the heart
That speaks so loud.
The choices you make
Can change your life.
One will bring your happiness
The other brings you strife.
Following the crowd,
Won't lead you right.
If you follow your heart,
You'll by guided by light.
There was a path
Deep in the woods.
Once it forked
The bad, the good.
Heed my warning,
Because I know
Follow your heart,
You'll know where to go.
~ Siarra
This is dedicated to all the self harmers. stay strong and I'm here for you!
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A Touch of Saddness
PoetryThis book is a collection of poems and short stories that I write myself. Some of these poems/ stories are very disturbing and can be triggering. If you are triggered easily, please read at your own risk and be smart.