Right now I am not who I seem,

I appear to have it all,

But I find myself on the precipice,

Struggling, holding on, trying not to fall.

*

A tear gently rolls down my face,

As winsome memories are seen in my mind’s eye,

I could never imagine this outcome,

Nor could I be prepared to say goodbye.

*

I thought I had done everything right,

Now the life is sucked out of me,

Happiness seems like an evasive idea,

Feelings of failure surface with abounding fury.

*

Should I have chosen a different path?

Thoughts of each road not taken, each bridge uncrossed,

Causes my woefulness to grow stronger,

As I think of chances that I have lost.

*

Who knows what could have been.

Or what lies ahead,

The only solution is move forward,

And grasp the light instead.

*

I have to believe,

There was a reason for our love.

That not a single moment was wasted,

That it may have been a plan from above.

*

For there is a meaning to everything,

I see it as clear as day,

In the eyes of our children,

It gives me comfort and keeps my pain at bay.

*

Before walking down that path,

Before going down that trail,

As you cross that bridge,

Think of me and prevail.

*

The chances you take in life,

May not have the outcome you had hoped for,

But go where your heart may lead,

And in mistakes, some goodness will occur.

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This was written for:

Eugenia’s weekly prompt: winsome

https://amanpan.com/2020/03/02/eugis-weekly-prompt-winsome-march-2-2020/

And for Sadje’s What do you see #19

http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/03/02/what-do-you-see-19-march-2-2020/