Battered Poetry

'Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I,
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.'

I struggled through the underbrush,
jumped a few ravines,
stood at the foot of endless cliffs,
pondered jumping at a precipice,
and yet,
I carried on;
scraped and scratched and exhausted;
believing the one less travelled
was right for me.

What's beyond the unknown curve?