Ode to Stopping by Woods On a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
I walked the winter street.
I inhaled oxygen
and exhaled relief.
My soul ran out of breath.
The moon and the cold night air
gave me CPR.
The moist air
cuddled me like a blanket.
It quelled my insecurities.
It was therapy for my fears.
Will I make it?
Time will tell.
Oh, the certainty and fairness of time!
For, now I work.
Love is my labor.
My passions run deep
I’m in charge of the rhythm of the night.
I keep the heartbeat of the streets.
I long for the day
to walk not this trail,
but a path in step with the Lord,
on my own accord,
a fully realized me.
These woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But, I have to fulfill my dreams.
And miles before I finally breathe,
And miles before I finally breathe.
By Thomas Agbonyitor