The options were slim.
The freedom was tight.
My fear was growing as time grew closer to the fight.

I had a decision to make, one I didn't not want to know.
How can I save my family, to change this river flow?

So I was forced to give up my child,
My baby,
My life!
To go search the world on how to end this strife.

Everyday I wondered what had begun.
What I had done to change my own son.

Somehow I had known what rested on their shoulders.
The weight of the world, the weight like boulders.

I didn't want them to suffer the pain.
There would be so much guilt inside their brain.
No, I had to stop them, save them from the sorrow of one being lain.

Then I saw him again.
Surprise in his eyes.
He blamed me for the torture.
The anger and the cries.

It was just as well that he blamed me for his suffering.
I didn't mean for him to need the shell and the toughening.

But what's done is done and the future hasn't changed.
I'll never forgive myself for the mess I arranged.

The battle is still coming, no matter what I do.
Please forgive me my son, I did it all for you.

If anyone can think of a better name for this poem and/or Fork in the Road please let me know!