Whispered Wanderings

(This one’s hard to share. But hey if I don’t take a chance and share even the difficult ones, can I really call myself a poet? Here goes nothin’.)

Lately I Find Myself

Decision, made.
Plan, followed through.
Can’t go backwards in time.

Lately I find myself
missing the journey
missing who we were to each other
missing the sacred space we drew.

Decision, wavering.
Plan, now questioned.
But can I press rewind?

Lately I find myself
searching for a different direction
searching for a new road to travel
searching for another way to be.

Decision, wrong?
Plan, need a new one.
Where is the way forward?

Lately I find myself
wondering what to do
wondering if I should even do anything
wondering if time will really heal this wound:

But because I’m the one did the wounding,
decide I must bear the consequences without you.

klm
4/26/22