“Charged”

Blocked and denied the golden line of ‘Straight and Narrow,” a tear rolls down her cheek at the crossroads.

“Construction” zones have blocked all exits to promised tomorrows, and to continue around and further requires more divergence.

Is it better to go down the paths forced and grow to retain new, wisely encompassing dignity while altering identity?

Or is it better to get out of the car and forge through cutting brambles, to arrive at promised “Heaven” – raving from effort, and bleeding?

(Title has multiple meanings)