Shoulda Coulda ....Is What It Is


I traced the echoes of a life once lived,  
In shadows cast by choices, heavy and unkind,  
Each scar a reminder of what I failed to give,  
A fading whisper of the soul I left behind.  

I wore my pain like a shroud, a solemn crown,  
Burdened by the silence of words unspoken,  
In the depths of sorrow, where hope feels drowned,  
The remnants of my spirit lie cracked and broken.  

I wandered through the ruins of love’s bitter fight,  
Seeking solace in the darkness that I know,  
Yet in the stillness, I long for the light,  
A flicker of redemption in this endless woe.  

If I could reach beyond the veil of my despair,  
To touch the grace of moments that once felt whole,  
Would I find forgiveness in the weight of my care?  
Or simply unravel the remnants of my soul?  

What have I become in this labyrinth of dread?  
A ghost among the living, lost in a haze,  
Yet, in the depths of anguish, I tread,  
Searching for the fragments of brighter days.  

In the quiet aftermath, I confront my truth,  
With every breath a reminder of the price I’ve paid,  
In the tapestry of memories, the scars of my youth,  
I find strength in the journey, in the choices made.  

So here I stand, with wounds that still ache,  
Embracing the shadows that shape who I am,  
For in the heart of struggle, I find what’s at stake,  
The rawness of existence, my own silent slam.  

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