Image: – Oer Wout
It had been about roads not taken
And stopping by woods on snowy evenings.
Now he had chosen the path
And there was only one way
Through the avenue of trees
That pressed in on him.
The voice in his head said ‘No going back.’
You need a fresh start
Time to step away from the torments of the past
Where people used you
Spat on you
Treated you worse than a dog
In places here no one saw
No one imagined the pain
The stripping of self
Until only a husk remained
Held intact by a desire to survive.
Holding his head high
He didn’t know where he was headed
But he knew from what he was going.