Why should I look back?
When I can only see
Pain I cannot numb
Because I have inflicted it;
Faces of those I've loved,
Suffering, laid low,
Though I emerged,
A creature reborn,
Spreading fragile wings,
From long winter in the chrysalis.
No heroine I,
Escaping from the labyrinth,
Dragging the blood-stained string,
Through the maze of years
The fraying, tenuous link
With what has been.
And now,
Should I reel it in,
Hand over hand,
Along the forked path I've run,
Where at every turn
I made my choice,
Made my way,
Made my bed
And now must lie on it?
This is wonderful, so eloquent displaying the pain you feel for the pain you've caused. There's some great imagery in this too, I can see you weaving hand over hand... HG: -) xx
Showing your cards in stunning poetic style. One to ponder indeed as Fran says. To contemplate the truth it surely reflects within ourselves. t x
You share a little of your checkered history in this intriguing poem about change and regret and opportunities lost and won. Methinks something must have triggered this touch of angst. Methinks also that something significant changed you and enabled you to deal with it all. The poem is written with just enough detail to entice, but not enough to give the reader too much certainty. I approve. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
An intriguing poem, Janice. I've read it through a few times.....there appears to be some ambiguity about feelings for the past. A poem to mull over and make one think.....deeply! Love, Fran xxx
...nice...it brings up an...interesting point...how our choices will affect...how good our sleep...on that bed is...the lack of abstract detail...and abundance of concrete capabilities...make this a good read...thanks...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing. This is a very open and honest poem.