The solitary road before me
is scattered with fragments
of broken glass.
No feet dare to cross
this almost forgotten road,
for fear of the pain
the shards can inflict.
A closer glance at the road
reveals an old, dusk covered sign.
Letters were carelessly scrawled
in the old rotting wood.
Tracing each letter delicately,
I began to read them.
The sign declared that this was
"The Road Less Traveled."
Pondering this briefly
it began to make sense,
who would want to walk
through a road filled with glass?
The pieces that littered the road
once again gained my attention.
I picked up the piece
and turned it in my fingers.
I suddenly realized
this was no piece of glass I held.
It was part of a broken heart,
many broken hearts.
I dropped the shard
and looked back at the sign.
New words appeared, as if by magic,
in neat, legible script.
It said, "The road less traveled
is very narrow.
Many will seek it's direction,
but few will complete the journey."
I turned back to the road,
only vaguely realizing my steps
in the direction ahead of me.
Hearing the clanking beneath my feet
I began to think.
Soon I will add to the shards
that decorate the road ahead.
The journey will be long
but I will finish.
I will travel to the end of,
The Road Less Traveled.
