Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

Left Wondering

I stood at the cross roads of, 
_______ and ________.

As if I had lost the directions (something I rarely do)
I was only left to guess the way I was meant to go. 

This felt especially trying because the roads faced opposite directions. 
Meaning if I chose the wrong one I would be headed the way that was exactly incorrect. 

I felt nervous, and nauseous, and mostly unsure. 

And in the end decided to pursue neither road for fear of losing my way completely. 

Riley Welch

One Last

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