Poor Decisions Poem by Anthony Daniels

I take off running down the darkest road trying to catch up to the younger me only to snap back and realize I haven't even moved from where I was to begin with.

A single tear rolls down my cheek as I stand there frozen and unable to speak or warn myself about the dark path I had begun walking down to lead to the present life I have.

I drop down to my knees and scream but no sound escapes my lips. I punch the ground really hard but do not physically feel any of the pain but deep down inside I feel something far worse, emotional and spiritual pain.

I am tormented from the decisions I have made and tortured to live with those decisions when they reflect back at me in the mirror aggressively every time I look at myself.

I do not know how to continue on like this but I do know one thing....the best way to find a way to forgive and move on is to adapt to the pain of your own poor decisions.