Two Roads

I’ve been thinking lately

You and I must be

The roads that Frost was 

Talking about

We are two roads

Diverged 

In the yellow wood

Of our childhood

The memories 

Warm and yellow

Memories of joy and laughter

Smiles and stories

Edged with the brown death

For regret, misunderstanding

Those memories fading 

Before our minds’ eye

You and I

We were on the same path

Then came the growing time

A time for beauty

That of which we did not share

A time for reflection

But in separate pools of learning

Your path drove you to love

Mine to isolation

Or so I thought

It seems like your road and mine

May have diverged

But we have many regions in common

Yours passes through depression

Mine through anxiety

We are no longer one and the same

But rather the grass

On the other side

We see each other through a kaleidoscope

I see your fragmented truth

As you see mine

When I heard of your pain

I embraced it with understanding

I’m sure you see my pain

It is subtle as yours

I see you

You see me

We are no longer one

But maybe that was the break we need

I’m happy you are you

I’m grateful you are here

For all the pain I have

You bear a similar weight 

We are both roads taken

The one least traveled by

I cannot say

But what I do know

Is that we’ll find our way back

Somehow, some day

About the Author

Erica Bentley is currently a junior English major at Arcadia University with a love and admiration for any work of literature that utterly consumes her and a love for writing. She is an outgoing and enthusiastic person, always looking forward to the next chapter.