The Path

it’s not an easy thing to do

to simply sit in the silence

to let feelings of discomfort

hang on you like a veil

it’s challenging at best

to be quiet in those moments

and listen with an open heart

to any answer that comes

when the feelings start to surface

and the churning within begins

frantic, frenetic, kinetic

the fork in the road is here

down one path is the inevitable

journey into crazy

in patterns, fixations and habits

the road that has no end

obsessive, compulsive, addictive

actions that never resolve

the record continues to spin

but the song remains the same

the other path that awaits

is the road typically less taken

it’s bumpy with potholes and roadblocks

and hard to navigate

measured steps are required

patience and moving slow

open eyes and listening

to maneuver this terrain

it takes time to travel this path

it is not familiar ground

in trying to rush to the end

you will surely slip and fall

but I believe there is something

et the end of this winding road

something worth discovering

the proverbial row to hoe