Crossroads – A Poem

A lonely wanderer stumbles down
a seemingly endless dark dirt road
Approaching what seems to be
the old proverbial crossroads

Straight ahead is barren with
tattered houses like a ghost town
The street name is backwards
and impossible to pronounce

Her gaze slowly moves left
but the road is blocked by
a charred broken bridge &
the street sign reads “Regrets”

The road to the right is paved in gold-
and the sun obscures its name
She finds a total stranger by
a patch of emerald grass
Though her name seems oddly familiar-
and their stories sound the same

As she sits down beside them
they speak of victories
and of their obstacles
She reaches down to rest her hands
only to find the grass is artificial

She stands to leave at once
but passes her torch to
her fellow wanderer
and in exhange she receives
a pair of shoes that
shimmer of jewels and silver

She tries them on her tired feet
and finds their fit too tight
She walks a mile in them
but leaves them right
by that obscure street sign

For though they shared
a common dream to
find their way back home
She knew which path
was hers to take and that
her journey was her’s alone

She kneels down in prayer
for strength, for wisdom
at the foot of the crossroads
for faith to light her way
down the old path back
to where she came from-

Back home where she belongs.

About Gretchen McIntire (formerly Leary)

I am 34 years old, I live in the Raleigh area, and I am writing from the perspective of an individual with Asperger's Syndrome.
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16 Responses to Crossroads – A Poem

  1. brian miller says:

    its a journey…full of different roads we can take…and shoices we have to make….none of which are usually easy…and in the end…we have to own it and not rely on others to make those choices for us…good to see you ma’am…smiles.

  2. This is just awsome read. I get a vision of wizard of Oz mingled with Robert Frost in this unique piece. and the end is great… the only way is back..

  3. I like the almost story-telling quality of this poem, Gretchen, and like Bjorn, I can visualize the Wizard of Oz or some other almost mythical, esoteric place.

    • Yes, Wizard of Oz…. it’s a common theme I use. I used to say “There’s no place like home” constantly growing up. I used to dress like Dorothy for Halloween. Last year I saw Wicked on Broadway and it shattered my entire perspective of that story. Funny how that works 🙂

  4. hisfirefly says:

    for each a path is set, and the need to travel alone is often hard to face
    I felt the pain and yet the joy in this, the need for divine direction

    • This poem was written when I was at a cross roads in my life and although I wanted shorter worked out well this way and so did the ending in real life. 🙂

  5. Laurie Kolp says:

    Beautiful, Gretchen!

  6. Grace says:

    Love the meaning & depth of finding one’s way home ~ Its ours alone to take & make ~ Good to see you Gretchen ~

  7. Mary says:

    Interesting…after walking a mile in someone else’s shoes, she leaves them behind and takes her own journey down the old path where she came from. I like that. Everyone has his/her own journey, his/her own shoes to wear, and many times it does seem that the journey takes one back to one’s roots! Enjoyed this.

  8. claudia says:

    this has a bit a lord of the ring and alice in wonderland feel..i like the inclusion of the street signs, the thoughts along the journey and the decisions we have to make with what we learned along the way.. and nice to see you at dVerse again gretchen

  9. I loved this Gretchen. There is a wisdom and an magic here that just work so well

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