I realize I haven't written anything on here in a while. I suppose that is due to my mind being otherwise occupied. I wrote this today and I could think of no other place to share it.
I’m at that place again. On that corner street underneath the sign that says understanding and acceptance. Another long lost relationship which fell to the side of the road we call love when fear drove it’s street sweeper through our dreams and washed away the hope we used to build that street. Once again standing on this dark corner with nothing but a street light, which I recognize as the future, I currently can’t move towards for the pain of the present whispers deep seeded lies into my mind which paralyzes me. It’s not an unwillingness to walk towards the light which leaves me stranded here but rather a physically impairing lack of certainty. If I walk towards the light on the road to acceptance and leave the rocky asphalt of understanding than I will eventually come to a fork in the road with two paths. To the left is the path I walked when I was a young man. A lonely road known only by the few who have lived there because every house on this sheltered street prevent others from seeing beyond the front yard and into the heart of the homes like the one I used to own. To the right is the road of risk that leads to happiness on easy street. But the road to the right has detours and roundabouts which lead off the main path and into dark corners and alleys with muggers and deviants who threaten us if we dare to continue. Too many times before I have walked nobly down the road to happiness before being deterred by the detours from determination to be sure I wish to walk that familiar path. So again I am at that place, stuck between understanding and acceptance without the certainty to move forward. For now I stare at the simple street light in the future and wonder if it’s not a mirage or some twisted reflection of moon light which only provides false hope of a world I cannot reach.
