Standing At The Crossroads Poem by Angela Wybrow

I'm standing at the crossroads, deciding what to do;
I'm making no rash decisions - I need to think this through.
Should I turn left or should I turn right?
At the end of which road will I see the light?

If, to my left, I decided to turn,
Would my heart get broken and my fingers get burnt?
If, to my right, I decided to go,
What lies to my left, I may never know.

A new life for me waits up ahead;
Life as I know it is pretty much dead.
Down either road, I know not what awaits -
Both are unknown to me and so is my fate.

I'm not someone's puppet, nor am I a clown;
I really do hate it when folk put me down.
Others may think that they are superior:
They boss me around, so I feel inferior.

With my old life, I've called it a day -
Back in the past, I just couldn't stay.
To my past life, I'm waving goodbye -
For those old days, I will not sit and cry.

So I'm taking some time in making my choice -
I'm not listening to others - just my own inner voice.
The luggage I carried I've left far behind -
A much happier future, I hope I will find.