Art Stop – “The Road Not Taken”

There’s a poem that years ago was introduced to me by someone very dear to my heart.  It’s a classic.  I group of prose very well known and respected by most who read it.  Like most impactful written works, it feels very personal when you read it.  I read these words by Robert Frost like it’s a mantra specifically for my own life.

I receipted the poem, “The Road Not Taken” for a sixth grade English class, quite pitifully I might add.  I stumbled through the verses, forgetting which line came next and pausing frequently to regain my thoughts.  It was embarrassing.  I remember children snickering and the teacher’s cold scowl.  Even still, I have a deep love for these words.  Specifically, at the point of escape from my trafficking situation this poem came to mind.  I very clearly had two roads.  I chose the road of escape and THAT made all the difference…

“The Road Not Taken”

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

May this blog serve as an education to those who do not yet know or understand the atrocities of trafficking and may it serve as an encouragement to those who understand it all too well.

(Post originally written 3/18/12)

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