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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.
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carmen rose
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