Amanda R. McKinnon
Seasons Of Choices - Poem by Amanda R. McKinnon
I've made many choices in my life that I often regret. Some were so stupid I wish I could forget. But the choices of the past led to where I am now, I just wish I could forgive myself somehow. I'd catch myself more instead of falling down, I wouldn't have turned to alcohol and let myself drown. I wouldn't have hurt the ones that are closest to me. I would have put down the glass to see things clearly. I would've fought harder to work things out, I would've taken the time to find what life's all about. I wouldn't have put myself in danger, then I wouldn't have so much pent-up anger. I wouldn't feel ashamed of the path that I took, and maybe I wouldn't feel like an open book. I wouldn't have hate burning inside, and I wouldn't feel like part of me died. But the choices I made brought me here, and I wouldn't be able to hold him near. Even with all the bad roads I have traveled, and as many times as I've felt unraveled. I wake up every morning to his wonderful face, and still feel the comfort of his warm embrace. He has been by my side through thick and through thin, and I'll never take him for granted again. Even with all the regrets that I hide, he has always remained right by my side. So even when my days are dark and rough, he's there to hold me when I don't feel so tough. My strength through the storms that continue to rock me, to push away the fears and hold me tightly. And when the storms calm and the waves finally die down, he's still with me when no ones around. And then the clouds part and the sun finally shines bright, I look at him and know everything's alright. If it weren't for all the wrong choices I made, we wouldn't still be standing here today. Every choice I made for whatever reason, I have weathered the storms and found a new season. The sun is still there even when the clouds roll in, And I'll never make the same mistakes again.
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