Turning back the clocks,
what could you change
and still be you?
You could remove
a limb or two
and not really
alter the view,
but what would it
really alter you?
Shattering this mirror of reality.
If I went through
that doorway marked
with a crookedly hanging
shiny silver two,
instead of just following
the passageway through,
would I still be me?
Or a mimic modelled
on an uncanny twisted untrue reality?
Would I still feel every twinge,
each tear, would I still howl
at the nightmares in despair?
If I turned left at the forest path
and snook under the branch’s grasp,
if I felt the lush wet dew under bare feet,
beside some idyllic waterside retreat,
instead of walking
through the debris filled aftermath
of a world
that only cares about what you have,
would I still be this weak sapling
blowing in the breeze?
Or would my roots have grown differently?
Building me up to the great oak
of which you speak.
If I'd not been so scared,
if I had dared to do the things
for which I cared instead of giving into fear,
would I still be the person sat here?
Would I have learnt to walk tall
instead of cowering at the bottom of it all?
Would that have set my stall differently?
Or would I have still been me?
Knowing that to be me
took every mistake,
every heartbreak,
every tear that fell
creating huge tidal waves,
would my feet have caused earthquakes?
Shaking the earth's very core.
Of any of this, none of us are sure.
But to regret would be saying that
my life is poor,
instead, I'm rich
from all the things I adore.
If I could turn back the clocks
would I?
No, I’d rather spread my wings and fly.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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