Blackbird

...fly. Into the light of the dark black night.

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"At some point, you have to make a decision..." Dr Meredith Grey

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I'm flaying around in this abyss. Trapped in the darkness with no source of light.

A paper, I have clutched in my hand. But unable to see even the shadow of my surroundings, how am I to read?

A flicker is all I need. A flicker to give me a glimmer of hope. A silver lining.

And then I see it. In the corner of my eye. A sparkle. Though dim, but suffice.

The words on the paper, faintly visible but yet readable.

Two roads diverged in in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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In truth, the only regret of leaving the possibility of the road not chosen behind is not being able to complete the journey of the one chosen.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, I do not wish to travel both.

So which do I take?

p/s: 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost; one of my favourite poems.