Crossroad

Tainted fate was broadcasted this afternoon, and the life of which I had called mine was pasted into the dreary news. Quoted as a mundane, overused headline. But I saw it for what it is within; naked and sunken where bones meet skin, a sullen little echo of mine. Steering down memory lane, grazing fingertips over the wind of essence. Liberation courses through my veins. But I beheld a sudden strain upon my adolescence. Rebirthed into something strange with an unfamiliar name and a staggering age, reality brought me back to the harsh presence. Then upon cruising, I met a crossroad; a junction forking out into two pavements. I stared at the uncertain threshold and defined the pair as Sorrow and Resentment. I sat mellowly in the inbetween, unsure of which path to intervene, so I carved a new road and named it Acceptance.