Mon, 03/17/2014 - 14:10 -- MaraBH

Walking down the little path, in the middle of the night Seeing your reflection in the water as you walk by. Lost blurs of silver and white expand across the dark night. There are Sweet smells that come and go, never knowing exactly were they came from. The only sound comes from your feet as you walk deeper into the path, and deeper into the forest. In the middle of the forest awaits, a little clearing with just the moonlight to see. No one knows what really awaits for you. After all; it's your destiny. Whether you chose one path or you chose the other, it all leads to the same. Don't regret, don't be afraid, it's just your destiny that awaits.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741