Metanoia

While walking into the twilight’s path

I saw the Tree waving its branches

Declaring the anger it holds, its wrath

As if it can tear and reach me in inches

I came by another road

So bright, I cannot see

“Maybe a challenge?” someone called

Suddenly, I tumbled and flee

Thus I found another road

A direction that will lead me to a promise

“Welcome, my child” the night told

This maybe a good way, I premised

But walking through the darkness’s way

A calm whisper called my ears

“Come, my child, go back and sway”

Then, I came back, like it’s for years

Standing again at a forked direction

Helpless in deciding which to take

But whatever come result of my decision

The one, who whispered, may help me for my sake