They are not voices,
at least not loud and clear;
They are more like whispers, inquiring.
Is this what I want – the way that’s right and proper?
Walk the road previously not taken
even if seriously doubting.
I wonder.Did I open a can of worms?
That which I should have left alone?
Like Pandora’s Box, untouched, on its own.
Rightly so, I should ignore heartfelt desire of my soul;
Reality includes not a happily-ever-after story.
After all, humor and repression
Both worked perfectly.The masks did well
although without lasting results.
And recently has been tough, perhaps worse,
as if a point of no return, though unexpected, is inevitable;
Memories of my old life came crashing back.
Emotions felt with images seen
Like it was yesterday.But, does it matter?
Will it truly make a difference?
Is it not only in my head, simply imagined?
Then again, true healing is possible, I know, I feel.
A future without tears for no reason,
no pretense, no fake smile;
That life is real.A journey to the past
Will not be easy or painless
Old wound so deep will come to surface
Heart will break again, whether you like it or not
Long dead, I thought I buried the hurt
Alas, it was merely sleeping
And has now awaken.Second thoughts, I’m having.
Daily Post: Daily Prompt – Second Thoughts
© Anna Jailene Aguilar-Van Der Merwe, 2016
Bittersweet but such silky-smooth writing!
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