
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/
What a heartfelt and touching piece. I love your last line – just superb! Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thank you Eugenia 🙂
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Enjoyed your symbolism! Bridge expresses your feelings so well
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Thank you for the kind words!
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this is a beautiful poem, loved reading it
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it 😊
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