Nupur Chaturvedi

Crossroads

At every crossroad, a choice
And there are many crossroads
And many choices
So why the panic every time?
Doesn’t practice make perfect?
Or does it make me less accepting 
Of wrong turns and fuel burns?

Once the choice is made, there must be rest
Or a sense of relief that the lump is gone.
But no, a little of me is lost after every decision
An erosion of innocence
Another layer of writing on what was once a blank canvas.

Is the loss of innocence tragic?
Of course not.
It merely means that ignorance, the lazy recluse
Must also go. 
Floundering ahead is no longer an option
A clearer path must be forged.

At every crossroad, another chance
To set course for new adventures
And new alliances
For the innocent babe has no friends
Only comfort and protection suppliers.
Shared experiences make for sympathetic co-travellers.
The journey must be made, crossroads and all.