Re-Do Poem by Tessa Eichhorst

I used to sit back with clarity and say, 'this will be my life someday.' That someday had come and someday has gone, and still I sit, alone, forgotten, lost. Too many times I stare at a blank page and wonder, on a re-do, can I get mine someday?

Some paths I've crossed, can they ever be crossed again? Will I ever know my true strength or continue thinking this is the beginning of the end? Life goes on, seasons change, but yet my heart still aches. What will happen happen if the coin flipped the other way? Would I get my re-do and feel whole again?

Sometimes it's a fresh start, a clean slate, to realize what's lost is now found and full of gain. Too much to think of, to pint in a stressful way, maybe I'll get my re-do and things will start to go my way.