Here is another one of my poetic stream of consciousness pieces.
Adrift in a sea of reverie, I grew rapidly bemused.
The bereavement in my soul fluttered to the fore,
Escalating briskly toward an uncertain destination,
Elevating memories of loved ones, no longer here.
Regrets of past deeds left undone, too far from now.
Too late to reconcile, they stab me, needling my heart.
If I could but reach back, and do over past mistakes,
So many things I’d change, failures transformed.
The future lies before me, a blank slate on which to write
To choose a path with less regret, that past provides guidance.
It gives me opportunity not to yield those old errors again,
And with that direction, a brighter yet to come must be.
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