Yellow Brick

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference. " Quote by - Robert Frost YELLOW BRICK Unintentionally urgent, to choose or refuse, to flee, to fly possibly to die. Excuse: just a child… The clickety clack attack of the narrow. The meeting of strangers along the way - both good and evil. Badly, she wanted to go home. Bravely, she’d have to pursue fear, fire, the witching hour. Apples, red, near the yellow brick - temptation, thirst, famishment. Off the path, into dark woods… Tricks are well-travelled - reveal weaknesses - coveting, weary, greed… One could endure the orbs, slapping, soliciting, addicting; fall asleep, dream… She’d not a brain in her head, her father said. Her sister thought her a coward. Her brother thought her heartless. Would she listen to the talking heads… She sighed, did not succumb to temptation… It was only a bit farther, just around the corner. This path, though fraught with anxiety and danger, with pratfalls - dousing a witch with water, missing her ride… When she’d suffered, and died to self, she’d unselfishly cherish her kin ‘til death. She’s smarter than her years, her dad would say. How brave you must have been, her sister would praise. her brother sees, she’s all heart… The crossroads came in a most unexpected way - a whirlwind adventure!