Poor Choices

On my own again

Stranded on an island

Of my thoughts-

The waters that surround me

Are currents of my memories,

Swirling whirlpools of chaos

Keeping me isolated.

 

I can’t escape

The dangerous waves of

“What ifs”

Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-

But I’ll construct

My escape from this godforsaken island

With a study raft of good intentions

And move forward on unsteady waters

To a new world yet unexplored.

Set Free

I have peace of mind

Being at peace with myself

After such a long time

Spent longing for forgiveness

When all along it was there

And I just needed to request it-

Ask and you shall receive

Repentance falling into your lap

I am forgiven-

At least forgotten-

But I’ve been released

I am free.

Even Though We’re Not

A hand that caresses my face

With long fingers full of grace

And makes me think your hurt is erased

Even though it’s not.

 

A cascade of words that fall to the ground

Repelled by your cold gaze and piling up in a mound

But I still think I’m strong enough to make a sound

Even though I’m not.

 

A laugh that tickles my ear

Sends a chill down my spine when I hear

For it makes me think that you are near

Even though you’re not.

 

All the things I wish I could say

To turn back time and find a new way

To make me think that we’re okay

Even though we’re not.