I stood at the edge of morning,
where two shadows stretched in opposite light.
One path hummed with familiar voices,
the other waited in quiet invitation.

I did not weigh them long-
not out of haste,
but out of something deeper:
a pull that cannot be explained
by reason or map.

Leaves whispered underfoot
as I stepped where no one called.
Not easier,not harder-
only mine.

And though I carry the dust
of that turning still,
I do not wonder what the other held.
Some roads,once chosen,
become the only truth you need.