The Road I'M Walking
The Road I’m Walking
What do you do when you have reached a wall at the end of the road?
Do you climb it or try and find your way around it?
I choose to find a way around it.
What do you do when every direction you go in leaves you at yet another dead end?
It could be compared to; deciding on the spur of the moment to go on a 10 day hike through
the dessert.
You pack most of the essentials, but you forget about the water.
The most important thing.
But by the time you realize it it’s too late.
You’re already too far into your hike.
When the dehydration starts setting in your weak, delusional, and in an impossible position
to make a right choice given your status.
Then it’s do or die.
Do you try help yourself, be strong, and survive?
Or do you call and pray for help?
What if that help arrives but you’re so delusional you can’t see how great that help really is.
What if your hallucinations from this whole ordeal are enough to make you think all this
good, is in fact really bad.
How long is that help suppose to try to get you out of this hell before they finally give up
because it’s a danger to them selves?
But can they give up?
Some could. Others, they’ll get you out of there even if it means by their own backs.
What happens if you choose to not call for help?
Are you strong enough to beat thee odd’s?
Where is that inner will to survive even in the worst situation in life day to day?
How could you feel so weak but be able to survive something like a 10 day hike through the
dessert with temperatures peaking at over a hundred degrees even in the night with no
water or water source?
I’m struggling to find that will.
I’m lost with no direction.
I find myself back at that road more than others maybe.
But I’m always trying to find my around it.
Maybe I’ll get smart one day and figure out that I need to climb it.
Copyright © Lia Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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