This poem has been my mantra during my recovery. It reminds me that just because my life did not go how I had originally planned does not mean it is worthless. It is actually a journey I would not change for anything. My life path has made me into a beautiful, strong, and empathetic person who has a special ability at understanding the human condition in a unique way. Ten years ago, I could not have ever said or believed that I had value. I am amazed and proud that I can see my strengths. Here is the poem that best sums up my journey.
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 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.