Creative Writing: The Road Not Taken

In class we were given the opportunity to read and describe the meaning of the poem The Road Not Taken . I instantly felt connected to the poem because everyone here has had a few tough decisions to make in their lives, and I have had many bumps in my road. Back when I was about four or five years old my mother got off the phone and stared out the window and cried. I didn’t know what to do or say so I said the thing that I say when I heard something interesting on the phone. I asked who was that. She said that it was Mamaw and that she called to tell us that Uncle Joe died. She then couldn't keep the tears down so she ran down her room and collapsed onto the bed. I distinctly remember not knowing what she meant. I do not know what exactly

I felt that if I expressed myself that I would be singled out again as a nuisance. I was feeling very disconnected to everyone as they grew up with their friends and I without anyone except my parents. Sixth grade year I unknowingly met my best friend. She already had a friend named Bailey, and she hated me. She would say things like “Can you go away,” “I have a headache and your voice just annoys me.” They turned on each other and I was there, so I was accepted as a friend to Dria. She unknowingly helped me through a tough time just by being there. This experience has taught me how to be social and kind. In 8th grade I met Mrs. Wehmiller, and felt appreciated by someone. By then mom and dad pretty much only worked came home and took on the second job of raising children. For the first time in a long time I had straight A’s and felt like I belonged. I used to cry myself to sleep wondering if anyone other than my family would see the difference if I died. Then it stopped, because I received a D on my spelling homework and she was the first teacher who stopped me after class and asked my if something was wrong. I told her what was going on at the time, and she told that she was there if I ever needed to talk about anything. After then I felt good. I did not love having to get up in the morning, but neither did I hate it anymore. I had