Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, 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 traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken
- Robert Frost
I knew as soon as I saw her. I had fallen helplessly in love. This new sensation scared me, yet I felt drawn to her. Like a moth to light. Dare I ask her? No, not yet. Wait, wait! I brushed past her, casually nodding a brief "hey, what's up" and walked across the room. My chance was gone, the moment I had been dreading, yet dreaming of. How can I express my thoughts? I was a coward, afraid of the implications of my innocent love.
The next day, I accidentally ran into her in the hallway. Looking into her eyes, I saw my confusion and longing mirrored in perfect symmetry. Mumbling "sorry" seemed so far away, I was sinking in a sea of soft blue. For an instant, she and I were taken away to a faraway land where time is meaningless. It passed, and I mentally shook myself and hurried to class, still a coward.
My sleep that night was fitful. I saw her eyes, I was holding her, she slipped away. Time and time again I reached, but my vision was gone. I was a fish doomed to swim forever above the beckoning ocean, always touching the blue lightly, but never submerging myself within it.
The days went by in slow motion. The chances, they were there, but I never went farther than saying hi or exchanging shy looks. I told myself, tomorrow, tomorrow, but tomorrow would never come. It was always today and I was still afraid of myself and my love. But tomorrow...
Jenna, 14, is a high school student in Millington, TN. "This story is not completely a true story. The sentiments expressed are true and I mostly wrote it as a warning to myself to take chances and try new paths."