It Is Hard To Let Go
Why do we always question?
Why do we always want to know?
Is it to be prepared?
To know where we dont want to go?
I wondered many times,
what turns in life I should have not taken,
and many others if I had a time machine
How many I would have retaken.
Life gives you many options,
But, We always listen to our hearts,
and then many times, we don't even know
Where we should even start.
Then you find yourself in the middle of the street!
Then you find yourself in the middle of the road!
In a place where you really don't know which way to go.
What do you do then?
To whom are you supposed to go for help?
Am I supposed to look for you?
Tell me! where am I supposed to stand?
Comments about this poem (It Is Hard To Let Go by Maria Segura )
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