27/F/Texas Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit from A Wrinkle in Time. Every poem I read feels like a gift. 496 followers / 5.3k words
I was always told That life would show me the way, And Frost told me- To take the road less traveled. But the roads do not seem clear to me. Where do I go? What do I do? How do I find my way?
In the search of something more- Several doors I closed Only to be left Locked in a room on my own accord All entrances blocked Telling myself I will escape one day Except I do not accept reality- Destined to be isolated from the world.