Crossroads Poem by Nate Carter

At the crossroads do I stand,
Head in heart and heart in hand.
More than I have, do they demand.
I'm broken.

So here I remain and here I wait,
Watching life's quandaries percolate.
With my destiny do I perpetually debate.
I'm floundering.

But this pensive war is such a chore.
So I loose my stock of folk and lore.
And grab the torch I carried before.
I'm moving.

But my destination do I question.
The well beaten path only led to depression.
I must strike out anew, despite condemnation.
I'm changing.

But forging new trails has its share of heartache.
Fresh experiences, fresh problems, decisions to make.
But who I am I cannot forsake.
I'm growing.

Nothing does ever remain the same,
For each of the pawns within the game.
Decisions are made, then comes the blame.
I'm enduring.

New battles they come and then they go,
But slowly I adjust to life's new flow.
For there are many years left in this show.
I'm living.

For when we have come to the end of this race,
I'll be with you my love, and we shall embrace.
Together we'll give, heart to heart, face to face.
I'm loving.