Seeing an image of the present,
Of a life I did not lead,
Of a journey that took a different fork,
Was a jab that didn’t quite bleed.
I can still feel the tingle,
I can still feel the nick,
It hit in a way I did not expect,
Cutting me to the quick.
I brushed it off in the moment,
But it’s sitting in the back of my mind.
I’m attempting to be grateful,
And to my heart, be kind.
I had done so well in riding the moment,
Seeking out how I am blessed,
But this was a quick reminder,
That perhaps I should not rest.
No comments:
Post a Comment