At the Fork By Jacky Kapadia
At the fork where quiet roads divide,
One paved with echoes of what’s been,
One lit by doubt and daring stride,
I pause between the now and then.
The first is lined with borrowed light,
Familiar signs I’ve learned to read,
The other bends beyond my sight,
A path that asks for faith, not speed.
Each choice reshapes the name I wear,
Each step edits the tale I tell,
For destinies are drawn in air
By how we choose to walk, not dwell.
So I lift my eyes from fear’s design
And trust the pull of truer art—
Not where the crowd has drawn the line,
But where the soul declares its start.
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At the fork where quiet roads divide,
One paved with echoes of what’s been,
One lit by doubt and daring stride,
I pause between the now and then.
The first is lined with borrowed light,
Familiar signs I’ve learned to read,
The other bends beyond my sight,
A path that asks for faith, not speed.
Each choice reshapes the name I wear,
Each step edits the tale I tell,
For destinies are drawn in air
By how we choose to walk, not dwell.
So I lift my eyes from fear’s design
And trust the pull of truer art—
Not where the crowd has drawn the line,
But where the soul declares its start.
==================END===================
#AtTheFork, #Poetry, #LifeChoices, #Crossroads, #DecisionMaking, #Journey, #SelfDiscovery, #InnerVoice, #NewBeginnings, #Reflection, #MindfulLiving, #PathLessTraveled, #Hope, #Courage, #Growth #poem
At the Fork By Jacky Kapadia
At the fork where quiet roads divide,
One paved with echoes of what’s been,
One lit by doubt and daring stride,
I pause between the now and then.
The first is lined with borrowed light,
Familiar signs I’ve learned to read,
The other bends beyond my sight,
A path that asks for faith, not speed.
Each choice reshapes the name I wear,
Each step edits the tale I tell,
For destinies are drawn in air
By how we choose to walk, not dwell.
So I lift my eyes from fear’s design
And trust the pull of truer art—
Not where the crowd has drawn the line,
But where the soul declares its start.
==================END===================
#AtTheFork, #Poetry, #LifeChoices, #Crossroads, #DecisionMaking, #Journey, #SelfDiscovery, #InnerVoice, #NewBeginnings, #Reflection, #MindfulLiving, #PathLessTraveled, #Hope, #Courage, #Growth #poem
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