I stopped today beside the road
that I had never taken;
I gazed along those verdant slopes
at what I had forsaken.
My broken spots pulled hard toward
‘what ifs’ and ‘might have beens’ –
My heart was caught and hung upon
the fence where doubt begins.
I cannot walk along that path,
my choices barred its entry;
I’ll never know its final trail,
so Grace will be its sentry.