Monday, October 25
I’ve heard it been said many a time
That sometimes you’ve got to go to the brink of death to come back.
Funny thing is, no one ever mentions the journey.
How sometimes deliverance doesn’t seem worth fighting for.
How sometimes you’d rather numb yourself to the pain
Than brace yourself against the demons within.
Whoever said it’s better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
Must have been masochistic. Or maybe even wise.
But who am I to say, which forked road to take.
I don’t know what lies beyond the corner of each wall.
Each step takes you closer to either joy or regret.
Strange how we don’t know what we’re missing til it comes.
But stranger yet is how we don’t know what we’ve got –
Til we lose it. And it can’t be gotten back.
And yet here I stand,
Partway down the road’s journey we call life.
I don’t know where to turn next. Do you?
it must've been love.
10:26 pm
xoxo
