If I could wave a wand and rewind the past, in a heartbeat, I would.
But is that logical? You learn from the past but in the future I wish I could.
Sometimes we cause pain upon ourselves while thinking we are doing what's right.
Sometimes I think, only after the mistake, that it wasn't so bright
But I've grown and I wouldn't change my past to understand my present
Because its my present that keeps me grounded yet hesitant.
Hesitant to the future and the thoughts that come
Hesitant to the what if's, the wishes, and #theBombs
Hesitant to the love and even more to the fake
Hesitant to the aftermath of the inevitable mistakes
Hesitant to the feelings that come and go and the good loving we seem to make
Because after the hesitancy gives in to the love, in the end often comes heartbreak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem