There are only so many paths in life…
One that…
Is a long paved road
Leading to a bridge
There is a woman at the end of the bridge
She is tall
Her deep brown eyes encouraging
Her expressionless smile patient but calming
Her pale face warm and comforting
Her stance creaming confidence with her hands resting by her side making me feel like she is someone you should look up too
Path two is a mess
A paved road filled with potholes
Scattered with patches of green grass
Shattered glass strewn about
The woman at the end of this road is
Carrying a backpack on her back that is sagging
I can tell that it is heavy
But
She makes it look like supporting it is effortless
Her eyes cut threw me like glass
The rest of her face emotionless
Her hands cut up from working hard
Her breathing remained calm, and steady
Her hair tied up in messy bun, but…
A few hairs pulled out to make her look passive…
Yet
Dedicated
Her black shirt fits almost perfectly to her body…
But
Isn’t revealing
Showing that she can compromise
Her arms crossed tight against her chest
Showing she can stand up for herself
Even if the world is cracking under her feet…
She remains unfazed
The red lips…
With no smile…
Screams strength
The third path
The sun is shining down
A white…
Clear path…
To success…
You see the light at the end of the tunnel
The golden ticket…
The woman…
Standing in a wide stance
Black thick cat eye glass
Lack of sleep cutting through her eyes
Bold black watch on wrist
Allowing her to keep track of every minute
A stack of four books…
Clenched in one hand against her body
The other hand clenched a wallet
So full of receipts and
Credit cards
Passion making her face flow
Motivation burning through her smile
The fourth path
A woman stands at the end of the road…
While a storm goes by
She stands in the middle of it
Her hair pulled back tight
She looks confident
Her stance…
Calm
Collective
Her eyes scream approachable
Her smile nonexistent but
Firm and assertive
The crisp blue polo…
Showing she is ready to delegate
The final path
Is divided equally in two
Both sides are bright
Green
But one side is dimmer than the other
The woman at the of the road
Has her mom pulling on her left
Her dad pulling on the right
On the left…
Her face calm
Eyes glassy almost tearing up
Smile quivering trying to keep a straight face
Hair down and a mess
Arms filled with cuts…
Some fresh
Some old
Black baggy shirt
Her face wearing a stone-cold mask
Her hands messed up from hard work
Money at her feet that her mom grabs at every chance she gets
On the right
Her hair tied up in a tight messy bun
Eyes confident, but broken
Smile red, bold, but fierce
Black form fitting shirt
Showing confidence, and success
Dad hardly holding on
Smiling at her
Knowing…
How proud he is of his successful daughter
Being a general manager
An independent
Successful
Business owner
With a degree in business
That can support him if needed
He lets her go
Knowing she is ready…
You take a step back
Looking at all these paths
Realizing…
You can’t choose one path…
These paths…
Make up…
Who you are…
These paths…
Are
Your
Life.