Crossroads Is Like a Journey
Have you ever thought about
Where you are going
Why things have seasons, I have.
Every day of my life
I think about the mistakes, I have made
The people I have hurt
The time I have wasted.
At this very crossroad
Just for a brief moment
I stop shed a tear gave a sigh
Pondered for a while
Asking myself why.
Was I so blind
couldn’t I see the signs
Was I so deaf couldn’t I hear
The echoes within the storm.
Here I am at the crossroad
Thinking about how stubborn I was
Drawing back my breath
Reflecting on my pass
I came to realise that ‘Crisis’ was a friend.
Now drawing back your breath
Deep in your thoughts
Trying to make sense of it all
Chuckle if you must
But please read some more.
Get to the end and you will see
That this poem is not at all a bore
In my travels, I have discovered
That crisis is not and enemy but a friend
Without crisis, you and I will not be hopeful.
And our life experiences will be unchangeable
Ah got you thinking for a while
Yes, this six-letter word now has your attention
Think deep search hard I am sure
You will now discover that ‘Crisis’ is not an enemy but a friend.
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