The Other Road

The road divided before me at a junction
One road paved, even, smooth
The other overran with undergrowth and rough
The paved is congested, noisy and compromising
The other is isolate, silent and confrontational
I take the other road

I can see that someone has gone through here before me,
but it must have been a long time ago
because the ground is weedy and the undergrowth is thick.

I enter through the hard terrain working to open a path,
to see my way through to the other side.
The work is laborious, challenging and burdensome
sweat rolls down my back
I have scars and deep scratches
but I continue to work my way through tirelessly
until I final see a light

its a beacon that marks the end
I surge forward, meeting more obstacles along the way that try to hinder me,
but I'm eager I press on to reach my journeys end.
Finaly I can see the end of this road,
once there I sit to rest from my pilgrnage at its welcoming bliss
I turn to look for any others that might have followed in my path
But as I watch the undergrowth quickly grows back into place
I realize that each traveler must work hard
to forge their own path through the road less traveled