The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

"Behind A Glass Wall"

"...And I must grow in love and patience
And forgiveness and long-suffering too
Through the long and empty hours
Of the silent unreachable you.

When I feel like I don't exist
With loneliness way beyond bearing..."

- Marguerite Long

Unwanted Companion

Months have passed
And it is expected to have forgotten or put to rest at least
The hurt
I can't seem to let go
And the pain is eating at me slowly

My life is at a standstil
I function, I work, I crawl into my role
The hurt
It is always there; it has come and found a home
Deep in my being

What is it that will take my sorrow?
Is it a word, a look, a leaving?
The hurt
When will it pack up and let me forget?
My only companion