VOICE OF nature

CROSSROADS

by Lesedi Chibvupe

If I were a tree,

When at crossroads,

I would stretch myself, let my arms branch out,

Taste all that there was to offer on the table and find the one.

But I am no tree,

Yet when at crossroads,

As the life road forks in various directions,

Like a tree, I let the extra twigs fall off-

All the unnecessary energy;

All that drags me down;

All that that says I am not worthy of any good;

All the regret…

I disintegrate them all as I, light as a feather,

Let the wind drive me to the destiny of my choice.

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