I've got my pen in my hand
Ready to pick up where I left off
Hoping this will be an entry worth noting
I'm staring down this blank sheet and asking myself what could possibly be new
How's my life changed from when I was last here
I've got nothing to share or do I?
Let me try in the next few sentences to explain, see if you can understand why I pen these thoughts
If you can follow my life from where we were to where I am now
There's a path I'm looking at
A road I traveled to get where I am and it makes no sense to me how I got here
A part of me believes I blinked and look
Here I am
I wonder about my life, dear Diary, and whether I can proudly say I did it
Can I tell myself it's okay to be where I am?
Can my present self appreciate my past self for the decisions she made?
Can my future self accept that the path I chose led to my present state and could possibly invariably contribute to where I end up some years to come?
I sit here wondering to myself
And a part of me shudders at the thought
What if I could have traveled a different path?
What if I could have made a second choice
Looking back, I can remember I met a crossroad
I think back and realize, I could have considered the decision much farther than I did
This feels like I am drowning
Sinking in my own thoughts; no support for me
I am failing myself and I don't know how to get back on the road
Did I take the right turn or do I live with learning where this path leads?
About the Creator
Esther Ami
Words are powerful and it matters how we use them. I use my words to build and impact, I use my words to lift and inspire. I am a words-person, I love words.
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