I have never been on this road before
Upon which I cannot advance anymore
There are no roads to the right of me
There are no roads to the left of me
Massive mountainous formation of concrete
200 feet on both sides of me
When I look behind me
There is no road behind me, “no more”
I am at a complete stop…. Boxed!
With no foreseeable options but to
Stays & wait & pray & have faith
That this is not my end
Absolutely imprisoned in
This final road I chose, not knowing
It would lead to a dead end.

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  1. Erica on March 6, 2024 at 2:04 PM

    RM- thank you for sharing your words with me. Your use of imagery is powerful and I for a moment I felt right next to you in that box. Reading this, I see the box as three dimensional and you sitting inside, however if you unfold the box then there are “four” roads that unfold. That is what is waiting for you, and I am excited for you to choose that road forwards when that time comes. Keep using your words to share and express.

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