How I wished there were no crossroads;
Wouldn’t have minded if the road was winding, narrow or rough;
Because I wouldn’t have to make a decision;
I’d just follow the trail to the end.
Crossroads mean choices and choices mean decisions;
Every decision taken is a responsibility;
One that would hold me accountable if it went north or south;
Every consequence would be my cross to bear.
Some choices are easier to make than others;
Some are safe, others risky;
Some guarantee expectations to be met, others are a hard gamble;
Why does life have to be that complicated?
The scariest part is not knowing if there’s a chance for a U-turn;
So I can try the other route when I get lost along the way;
But would I even find my way back if I wanted to
When every road taken leads to yet another crossroad?
When I arrive at the next one,
I won’t blindly follow my heart because it can be wrong sometimes;
Nor let my feet decide which turn to take because it can get reckless;
I will consult my Compass who has brought me far and follow His direction.
Some crossroads have no maps to read;
But there is the Maker of the road willing to direct your steps;
But it would take you handing over the wheel;
Can you trust Him to guide you to your expected end?
© Josephine Amoako 2016