Two Angels

I wrote this after my most recent break up. I thought this X was the one. Turns out she was not. I had some disturbing realizations about her during the breakup that I was apparently blind to while we were dating. I met one of the most awesome people I know on a road trip shortly after this break up. In 4 days time she showed me that their are people out there who are vastly superior to this X. While I still cared for this X at the time (mostly because I'd been dating her for 2 years) I had glimpsed something far better. This poem describes my feelings at the time and gives an image of the choice I had to make between the old and the new.

-= Two Angels =-

I stand here looking, my future unfolds,
and a fork in my path becomes clear.
The threads of time pull me on,
the fork I now approach.

Which choice, which path, must I choose?
my life hinges at this fork,
for once I choose, I cannot turn
this choice cannot be undone.

The right is narrow, straight and true,
but challenges creep along the way,
The left seems easier at first glance,
but further on the way grows rough.

My way unclear, my choice unmade,
and life throws in a little more.
An angel beckons from each path
telling me which way to go.

One says left, the other right,
conflicting messages fill my head:
"This way's easy, come to me."
"This way's worth the struggle!"

The familiar angel to my left,
smiles as she beckons me down the path.
The fire haired beauty across the way
pleads with me to choose the right.

Familiarity gains my trust,
but something holds me to my place.
That way grows dark, holds pain unseen,
and, yet, she beckons... why?

Her plea seems hollow, unattached,
as if it has nothing to do with me.
It's what she wants, and so she asks,
but does she want what's best for me?

To my right, again I look,
and meet that penetrating gaze.
The honesty in her eyes I see,
the sincerity of her plea I feel.

My heart is torn, my mind goes mad,
why does this angel care?
I barely know her, yet she calls,
she beckons, pleading, to choose her way.

Why is she so sincere?
She does not have a thing to gain.
And, yet, her plea rings in my head,
and slowly my feet begin to turn.

She draws me on, my choice seems made,
as joy and happiness consume her gaze.
The angel to my left cries out,
begging me to choose her path.

My stride grows strong, my resolve more firm,
as familiarity loses trust.
I choose the path that is sincere,
my journey continues as it must.

I walk along, the left trail fades,
the choice is made, and cannot change.
I meet the angel, she smiles with joy,
and now I know what my new future brings.