Verbatim Poem by Ben Bergeth

As I glance at the road ahead of me, I see two paths that splinter off into the distance. A fork in the road.
One path wide and winding. The other straight and narrow.

Terror. Anticipation. Desire. Fill my thoughts.
I want to take the first step. I need to take the initiative. No I cannot! Second guessing runs, runs though my mind.

The care I have for her keeps me from moving. Paralyzed. I cannot feel my feet.
I do not want to put such a great gift into jeopardy.
I want what is best for her, not what I seek.

I have made up my mind.
No turning back.
I will take the peril filled path, a straight shot to selflessness.

Here I go.
I have no venture as to what may happen in the end, yet I hope she can see my true intentions.
Open her eyes so that she can see clearly.
This is my hope and my prayer.