Path of Least Resistance


This road is leading
Nowhere, but my memory
Tells me I know it
Better than that
I don’t deny
Because memories don’t lie
I trip
I fall
A voice tells me
To get back up
Dust off your shoulders
Others have done the same thing
Only the strongest make it
Survival of the fittest
My legs tremble
Don’t go to fast
The voice whispers
My legs give way again
If you go to fast, your life
Will pass you by
Much to quickly,
You don’t want that
The voice is my reasoning
To my rhyme
I stand back up and walk
Slowly
I wonder if I did run
Would I get any wheres different
From here?
I pass a fork in the road
I search for the voice
That had guided me
Thus far
I don’t hear anything
Not even the wind rustling the
Leaves on the trees
I hold my breath
Wishing for the way to come
To me hoping beyond hope
I notice that the one road is
Very worn out,
Well the other is just as
Worn down
Something tells me
To avoid
The path of least resistance
In my life
I take a turn
I didn’t hear the voice
If it was even there
I don’t care
Halfway down the road
The voice whispers
“I knew you would take the right
Path, that is why I didn’t tell you
It is not my choice to make, the right path
Would always be the
One you choose
Free will is something that
Can be a blessing.”
I pondered on his words as my
Feet automatically kept pace
With my racing heart
“What do you mean free will?
It’s not like you were taking it away.”
The voice didn’t respond
I knew the answer anyways
I whispered to the voice
Myself
Letting the wind carry the words
Away
Like a lost piece of paper
With a intricate drawing on it
“Because I would’ve done anything
You told me…, or asked of me…”
A chuckle resounded around the wooded
Path and I felt a sudden
Push against my back
I smile
This is my life
And I wouldn’t trade it for
The world.
~Kaitlin Platti~