fork in the road
Somewhere in a forest shroud in darkness stands a little girl, gazing out at a fork in the path she walks. Behind her are shadows screaming, bone-like arms reaching out to hold her back, screaming that she'll never go anywhere. Ahead, there are two paths.
The first path is shrouded in mystery. It is a shadowed road with lamp posts, dull but there, lighting the way. Shadowed though it is, the path is clear to walk, visible and known. The path seems endless.
The second path is covered in thorny bushes, though it is illuminated by the light of the sun. The second path is covered in difficult obstacles. Faces she'd thought had disappeared, faces she tried to erase, images she longs to forget. The second path is a hard road, and it too is endless.
The little girl stands, dazed and confused as she gazes at the road in front of her. She is faced with a difficult choice. Should she follow the shadowed road with less obstacles or should she choose to endure the thorns of the illuminated road?
If she follows the shadowed road, she is forced to live in shadow her entire life, live in the background, long forgotten. There are no obstacles here, but there is close to no light in her life. She will be forced to live alone, forever, in sadness and sickness of the heart. If she follows this road, she foresakes all chances of happiness.
At the very end of this road, there is a blackened brick wall blocking her way. The wall spans past the highest clouds and along the longest border, endless and without weaknesses. This wall is scrawled with the graffiti of memories; haunting words and images that the little girl cannot escape. This wall will forever contain her in this sadness until she is forced to turn back and start anew, at the fork in the road one more time.
If the little girl follows the road illuminated by the sun, she will be cut and torn by those who would try to hold her back. She will be beaten both physically and emotionally. She will endure heartache.
At the end of the illuminated road, however, there is no wall. There are people here at the end of this road; people that love the little girl who wanders through these pathways. These people, shrouded in light with wings to guide them, welcome the girl into a new life-- a life lived in the world of light.
Both roads she could take are hard for her. The first is hard because there is no absolution at the end. There is neverending sorrow for her. The second is hard because it requires facing the things that make her hurt, facing and defeating these fears, these sorrows.
In the end, she will have to decide. She can linger here for awhile longer, hiding from the things that make her ache. She can hide here in her shadows, save and warm save for the hollow frost-bitten hole that was once her heart. Or she can move on. She can face her problems head on, take a beating, get knocked back down and held back and eventually heal and find peace for herself.
This choice seems like an obvious one from someone looking into the picture from the outside. However, for the girl, it is a choice of almost impossible difficulty.
She will only live once. What choice will she make?
That is up to her and only her.
The first path is shrouded in mystery. It is a shadowed road with lamp posts, dull but there, lighting the way. Shadowed though it is, the path is clear to walk, visible and known. The path seems endless.
The second path is covered in thorny bushes, though it is illuminated by the light of the sun. The second path is covered in difficult obstacles. Faces she'd thought had disappeared, faces she tried to erase, images she longs to forget. The second path is a hard road, and it too is endless.
The little girl stands, dazed and confused as she gazes at the road in front of her. She is faced with a difficult choice. Should she follow the shadowed road with less obstacles or should she choose to endure the thorns of the illuminated road?
If she follows the shadowed road, she is forced to live in shadow her entire life, live in the background, long forgotten. There are no obstacles here, but there is close to no light in her life. She will be forced to live alone, forever, in sadness and sickness of the heart. If she follows this road, she foresakes all chances of happiness.
At the very end of this road, there is a blackened brick wall blocking her way. The wall spans past the highest clouds and along the longest border, endless and without weaknesses. This wall is scrawled with the graffiti of memories; haunting words and images that the little girl cannot escape. This wall will forever contain her in this sadness until she is forced to turn back and start anew, at the fork in the road one more time.
If the little girl follows the road illuminated by the sun, she will be cut and torn by those who would try to hold her back. She will be beaten both physically and emotionally. She will endure heartache.
At the end of the illuminated road, however, there is no wall. There are people here at the end of this road; people that love the little girl who wanders through these pathways. These people, shrouded in light with wings to guide them, welcome the girl into a new life-- a life lived in the world of light.
Both roads she could take are hard for her. The first is hard because there is no absolution at the end. There is neverending sorrow for her. The second is hard because it requires facing the things that make her hurt, facing and defeating these fears, these sorrows.
In the end, she will have to decide. She can linger here for awhile longer, hiding from the things that make her ache. She can hide here in her shadows, save and warm save for the hollow frost-bitten hole that was once her heart. Or she can move on. She can face her problems head on, take a beating, get knocked back down and held back and eventually heal and find peace for herself.
This choice seems like an obvious one from someone looking into the picture from the outside. However, for the girl, it is a choice of almost impossible difficulty.
She will only live once. What choice will she make?
That is up to her and only her.