Two roads ahead, which way to turn?
So much yet learnt, so much to learn
Here at the fork alone I stand
And reaching out find no one's hand
To hold except my very own
But knowing I have strength alone
I walk ahead down the right hand path
The road is hard tangled dark
But still I progress and find
It much more fun than the one left behind
So much to learn, so much to see
It lead me to a better me
So as the road once more forks
I know I'll take the road less walked
And not with fear lurking inside
But with strength and hope and pride
And knowledge that what I become
And the paths I choose to walk are one.

Emily, changer of stars

i have to say that i enjoyed the other one of yours that i read much more...i find the language you used in this one very good and you obviously wrote, as i often do, in repsonse to another poem...the only problem is that it varies so little from the original, and where it does (your epiphany that both roads are one and the same) i found it difficult to draw the same conclusion--it seemed as though you knew how you wanted to end it (which by the way, would have been a good ending) but couldn't find a way to get it there. as i said before though, your language use is excellent, and form and construction as well--just something missing from this one.

ah, interesting interpretation, I hadn't seen that before. What I meant by the last two lines was that I am the same as the paths I choose walk
"...what I become/and the paths I choose to walk are one." I hadn't meant that all the paths I walk are the same path. I hadn't noticed the ambiguity, but thanks for pointing it out :-)

Emily, changer of stars