My Journey

As of late, i am once again experincing a period in my life where i can go one of two ways.
The dense dark path leading down to the thick gloomy woods looks so appealing, where the safe paved road leading to the open meadow taunts me with the constant reminder that it's the best choice. I would love to walk down the dark path. Lay in the middle of the dirty trail and just cry and wait for time to slow creep by. I would love to get lost in the tangle of giant scary trees and just curl up in a ball and rock back and forth. I would love to close my eyes and see nothing but black, knowing that if i opened them it would be the exact same. I would love to give up.
But i cant. Because the path leading to the meadow is bright and hopeful and promising. It pursuades me with thoughts of running free through the open possibilities and keeping me distracted with flowers and sunshine. It pushes me towards happiness and the guarantee that everything is going to work out fine, everything is going to be ok. That it's worth it. That Im strong. That I can focus on the posotive. I find myself diverting from the dark and into the light.
Suddenly my feet feel weightless im floating along. My spirits are lifted. Im smiling. Everything seems to bright. But in my heart theres a storm a small portion of it that has rotted away. I know it will always be like that until your filling it up again. My mind is a mess but things are getting clearer. I like the path im on. Im going to stay on it. Because it told me thats what best for me.