I haven’t turned the page yet into the new chapter I had hoped
to be in by this point in my life,
although it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to piece and conclude that
this was all due to the choices I’ve made in the past few years,
running in circles hoping something would change
Some bit of time had slipped through my fingers before I knew it and
I cannot ever reclaim that time back
To swallow that hard and bitter pill is another night of
heavenly tranquil sleep stolen from me
How can I be a victim of my own choices when I was the
only one behind them and no one else?
One cannot be a ‘damsel in distress’ when it was their own fault to
reap such bitter fruits but it doesn’t hurt any less than if it was
out of one’s own control.
It’s still a tasteless, bitter pill to swallow
Knowing what my life could’ve been but it isn’t
The emotional pain might last a little while but
the unpleasant feelings will subside
In its place will be more accommodated room for joy, happiness,
and content for the new things in front of me
The books will be balanced as if nothing had ever happened,
the sun popping out as if there never was a storm
Darkness might’ve overtaken the skies of my mind for now,
but the storm is not here to stay
Just have a little faith.
About the Creator
Guillermo
Photographer, writer, poet.
Comments (2)
This piece captures a lot of introspection and raw honesty. I love how you blend regret with hope, showing that while the past can’t be changed, there's still room for new beginnings and growth. The balance between reflection and optimism is really powerful.
It is emotional and inspiring at the same time. Amazing ✨