Chosen

My being screams in pain, in terror;
Every fiber twists and untwists,
Endlessly starting and stopping
On the path I have chosen for
Myself, too late to stop, too soon to
start, Torn up inside at what
she might feel and do but 
Powerless in my agony of my own 
Creation, powerless to affect the 
Future, the destination, only the
Path can be chosen. And the path is 
Chosen.

Written 7-22-1997

The Writing Page

Thou mayest leave a message here which will get to the lord of this realm, via e-mail. You get an odd thought as you stand here: "This is all somehow related to or provided by Geocities."