The Road Not Taken*(with a little twist)

When two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

I took neither. I built my own trail

amidst the thorns and conifers

donning my rebel snood.

 

Sprinting fierce, stamping the bushes

I lacerate dead ends.

Staring at the syzygy, I progress

to find destiny’s dividends.

 

I didn’t take the roads previously travelled

to stand ahead of the crwth.

Going harsh, doing rash,

they say I’m drunk on youth.

 

* A well-known poem by the legendary poet Robert Frost.
Youth– The Daily Post prompt

An Ode to Self

Don’t stay buried in the raw ground,

there you’ll find despair and darkness profound.

Break free the shackles, fly out of bound

your mighty spirit is destined to astound.

 

O brave warrior, relinquish all fright

conquer the horizons, ascend magnificent heights.

Be the panacea to incurable blights.

At the end of your timeless flight,

you’ll find the immortal light.

 

Profound– The Daily Post prompt