Reflection #54

Here sits I
caring not for the day
but rather the way I came to be in this place
this quiet space in time
sublime if but for the moment
a subtle comment on a long and winding path
aftermath of turns and choices
voices that call “yay” and “nay”
some that would betray
some that would belay the boldest truth

I have grown
sometimes old, sometimes weary
yet clearly with something gained
though strained and battered
beaten and shattered
I pick up the pieces again
and again and again
to some means, to no clear end
and then I see that it leads
to a place where I reflect upon it again, and

I wonder if all the mistakes and wrong turns were given another choice
would I still be sting right here, right now, in this same quiet place…