Detour

I could have walked the flat pathway
Where there would be no rocks
no thorns
no puddles
no holes


But I have chosen the other way
The more adventurous way
With treacherous snakes
thorned poison ivies
gloomy dark trees
dangerous booby traps
howling winds
steep cliffs
and sharp rocks


Yes
I endured 
the suffering of heartbreak
the sorrow of neglect
the despair of isolation
the angst of rejection
the coldness of the nights
the beatings of the rains of truth


And yes
I came back with wounds and scars
Underneath my clothings
People would see me as a fool
But 
If not for the detour
Would I have seen the beautiful sunrise?





I STILL miss the sunrise