The Road Less Taken...And Its Tragic Result

Once I saw a split on the road

One is well-worn, well-treaded

Almost all my friends and family walk on it

My ancestors walked on it

This is the way life should be, they said

This is how it's done

This is how life suppose to be

It's a boring, up and down road

But not too bad, we'll all make it through


But I saw another road there

The road less taken

It looked refreshing and new

It seemed to lead to a beautiful mountain

And I heard there is a rainbow on the top

And I had an adventurous spirit, back then

I was a mountain-climber back then

I had so much life in me 

So much strength in me

back then.


The road was so tempting

The road was so beautiful

Then I saw a man

He said, let's walk this road together

We will journey on a new path together

We will climb that mountain

And reach that rainbow together


"Ok" I said 

He gave me a hand and I took it.

He said "Let me carry your heart for you"

And I gave it to him.

But forgot to ask for his.


We start on the road less taken

Moving further and further away 

From the well-worn road

At first it was fun

The wood was fascinating

The rough path was challenging

So many flowers on the way too

And our hands  were in each other

All the time


But then it grew darker and darker

But then the storm began to blow

But then the thorns broke my shoes

And made my foot bleed


"Can we stop?" I asked.

"It hurt real bad 
I can't keep up with your pace now"

He shook his head. "No, just keep going"

"We don't have much time to waste"



I tried to keep on walking

But the wound got worse 

Infected and swollen

I began to lose my strength

My body shook in the storm

So cold, so cold, so cold


"Can we stop for a while?" I asked again
"I'm so weak now. I can't go on"
He began to get mad
"Why are you slowing me down?"
"Why can't you just keep on walking?
It's just a wound!
See, I have had many cuts and wound
but I'm ok.
You should be like me.
You should follow my example. 
You know it's a dangerous road



He dragged me on through bushes and thorns

I had more cut. I lost more blood. 

The road is darker, no more light

No more flowers to be seen.

I felt a dizziness 

I knew I was about to faint

And then I did faint


I whispered to him "I really can't go on.

No more strength is in me.

I need rest. I need healing. 

Could you help me find some herb and water?"


Unwillingly, he let me rest.

One minute, then he said,

"You know it's my goal

I want to walk this path

I want to reach that mountain

I want to see the rainbow.

I thought we share the same goal"

But now you stop walking

And I don't have much time because the road is long.

You can stay here, but I can't."


He's about to let go of my hand

So I begged, "don't leave me, please don't leave

You have my heart with you."

So he said, "here, I give it back."

And he gave me a piece of plastic

It was not my heart.

The man was not aware 

That he has swallowed my heart

My heart had blended into him

And there was no way that I could take it back


And then he said, 
"I can wait no longer."
"I will walk ahead, follow me if you can"
"But if you can't, then I can't help." 


He began to walk away

With my heart in his body.

Not knowing that he is killing me.

I am feeling my body frozen

I am running out of blood

I am dying slowly a painful death

No traveler can travel without strength

No hiker can climb any mountain 

Or find any rainbow

Without her own heart. 


Then I saw people on another road

Those that I knew

My friends, family, ancestors...

They walk the usual path

They fare well and they are fine.

Their pace is slow, there is no mountain to climb

There is no fancy rainbow at the end of their road

But what matter is that they are not lost.

They are not left alone to die.



It was an icy cold night

And I was in the middle of nowhere

And the road ahead look empty, dry and long

I had come too far to turn back 

I had come too far to change my path 

I had come too far from the split of the road


I have picked the road less taken

There is no way of turning back

I  made even a worse mistake

I chose to walk that wild and crazy road with a man

I chose to give my heart into his hand



I looked around.

No more water to be found

No more fire, blanket

My whole legs are infected

And there is no medicine.


I tried to crawl...with the last drop of my strength

Hoping to catch up with him

But his figure looked smaller and smaller

Further and further away

And I bled..and bled..and bled


So...

When the pain become too unbearable

And all the hope are dried up

I looked around and looked around

And I saw a cliff

A place to jump

A choice is there again

Plunging to the darkness

Forgetting everything

Ending the misery

Or struggle here

And die slowly and painfully


So this this the story

of a road less taken

and its tragic end. 


Hope other travelers learn from me.