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 kept 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.

I remember a while back, during my junior year of high school. I was in my English AP class. My teacher was utterly blabbing about her horrible day, as usual. Out of boredom, I decided to flip through my lit book and skim through some of the readings. Shortly enough, I came across this short poem. For some odd reason, I was drawn to it. Out of curiosity, I read it. And, I’m glad I did. It was one of the most heartfelt poem I have ever read. Maybe because, I was at the point in my life where I didn’t know which path to take or if all of the decisions I made were even right. I doubted myself a lot. As confident as I seemed on the outside. I just felt so stuck. I was in this black hole I couldn’t pull myself out of. And this poem somehow touched me. Enough of this…Anywhoooooo regardless, it was a poem I’ll always remember. Thought I would share it with you all. Hope you like it! :)