The Road I Chose

This is my 7th Self-Published chapbook. It is called The Road I Chose. The theme is the unknown. Often times, we go through life and we are constantly presented with big decisions. The decisions we choose inevitably affect our future. I explore the feelings of being lost, being found, and being hopeful. This is the 3rd chapbook in The Driveway Journals collection, which will consist of four total chapbooks. Please enjoy this chapbook and allow it to bring peace and refuge into your life!
Peace and Love,
Jesse

I now present to you…

The Road I Chose

Against the Grain

I’ve never been normal in this life.
I’ve been creating my own light.
In this life, I’ve felt day and night.
I’ve run so far to feel alright.
It had never been easy to be
in a place that can’t be seen.
No matter what, I swam upstream;
I loved to play on the other team.
I’ve always been told to go left
but going left never felt right.
When told to talk, I held my breath.
When told to quit, I knew to fight.
I’ve always gone against the grain.
I’ve learned to endure life’s pain.
I’ve walked miles in my own lane.
I’ve walked alone in my own brain.
The path I chose has one red rose.
The rose can only be picked by me.
I’ve felt some highs to find my lows
I swam upstream. I fought the breeze.
I’ve stayed when I was told to leave.
I’ve gone against the grain to be free.

Spent

The time I’ve spent , I can’t buy back

and the place I remember faded to black.

My time and money are spent the same

and when it’s over, none will remain.

I made a choice of which to pursue

with cash in my wallet, time flew.

Demanded equally, a divide is created,

we chase after one as the other starts fading.

At the end of the day, I find myself spent

wondering where all my time went.

The Price of Picky

The wickedness of life

Comes with no cost,

Yet the price of picky

Can make us lost.

Picky can’t guide

Us to happiness we seek

As the life we were given

Did not come cheap.

I breathe air consumed

By the worst of faces

Who have no regard

For other spaces.

Surrounded by strangers

Latching to pain

Exhibiting angers

With no refrain.

 But I can’t afford

A life of sorrow.

For I’ll be happy

To wake tomorrow.

Fear of the Forest

Most are scared

of big trees

and flying away

in the breeze.

While others venture

to unknowns

before finding

what is home.

The forest invites

those happy to try

and stays alive

when they fly.

The forest is dense

and can be empty

and the choice to enter

is all so tempting.

For life to be lived

the fear must pass

because in the forest

time doesn’t last.