Passing Moments

In the wake of moments passed,

I think about what could have been.
What should I have said,
what I really meant.

I challenge thoughts like they are beasts,
Tempting, prodding, but never defeating.
Questioning my every move, I’m never sure what to do.

For this mind keeps spinning,
Spinning. Spinning.
Until it’s left in dust.

The challenges are not to fear,
In matters of the heart.
For at the end there will be pain.
Either from love or loss.

We are unlikely to escape...

To live and breathe, to be complete.
To act in truth is the only way.
With acceptance to whatever comes.
It ends too often with regret.

Without worry, without doubt.
I fight to speak my truth.
Living delicately to protect my heart,
Will only cause regret.

Living vicariously through myself,
I strive to make it new.
Rewriting the stories in my head
and make the fantasies come true.