Most of us will have a few experiences where we must chose between doing what is right or what is easy. This decision keeps coming full circle for me; forget the fact I've been forced to make it over and over and over and over.

I have come to the conclusion "doing what is right" should be left to those with noble character.

**perhaps I'm just looking for a way out.

You see, I have a difficult choice to make.

The tougher road will lead eventually to something better, more in line for me. The agonizing part, I have to survive more hardship. Something I have handled before, but I'm not sure it's something I want to feel again so soon.

Infinity

Propelling backwards towards obscurity’s hearth

Its doorway perpetually smothered with doubt

The interior houses sorrow and loss

Two companions waiting to consume me out

Misguided illustrations are carved in the archway

My finger traces a vivid and graphic history

Each promising potential with happiness in store

Concede to the pattern of what ‘could be’

Forced to confirm a lesson I can not learn

Loathe acknowledging I am not taking care of me

Boundaries need to be instilled and committed to

I’m captivated by the probable and the would be