There Was Only One Road in This Yellow Wood
I didn’t have the choice between two roads. There was only the one. Where I stood, there was so much space. The path was wide, the view vast, and the air crisp and clear. But up ahead, there was so much darkness. The spaces closed, and there was nothing but a tiny box at the end of the path. It was supposed to be the opposite: my future was supposed to be wide open. But I saw that day on that leaf-lined autumn path that for me it was not so. I could only see darkness ahead of me and a tiny box I’d have to find the right way to fit through.
