The Fork

The road begins at “The Fork.”

My “Fork” appeared when my husband moved out for the fourth (and final) time.

What now?

Where is my path?

The tried-and-true path (which was, of course, false)—

Continuing this tragic replay?

Or the Path with Courage, the “Path with Heart*--

Heading into the treacherous unknown, 

Giving up my dreams for my marriage, 

Dreams for my family, 

Dreams for my boys.

Facing life alone.

Sacrificing “security”—

Which was, in truth, an illusion.

And a delusion.

Thus, “The Fork.”

The place to dig in

And dig deep.

I dug in at “The Fork.”

I tuned  into my “inner wise self.”*

I listened to her sage advice.

“Don’t be a chicken!

Cross that road!

The Beatles did it. 

The Chicken did it.

 So can you.”

So I did.

I filed for divorce.

This is “The Fork.”

(It has indeed been a long and winding road…)

*Thank you, Jack Kornfield!

*Thank you, SARK!