There’s a sense of longing for
the might have been,
A memory of what was back then.
I think my memory has served me
well,
Yet is leaving out where there
is more to tell.
I cannot overlook the here and
now,
Through idle thoughts of someway
somehow.
Where I am is heaven sent!
I don’t want to miss this
precious present tense.
I am so beautiful inside my
learning,
Why do I have this sense of
wasteful yearning?
My fret is on the skin and
bones,
Yet what of those internal
milestones?
The ones I made while pushing
through,
The ones I earned because of
you.
The collarbones kept so high,
But on my own I let them lie.
Enjoy who I am right now.
Never letting my eyes fix their
frown.
For when I think of what might
have been,
I am reminded of who I was back
then.
I child of a hopeful grace,
Yet, now a woman with a deeper
embrace.
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