I doubt my choices; yet I am too young to feel regret.
I hear the echo of too many voices and forget
to trust my own and what its truth may be.
It’s fear that speaks in me of “never”, “nowhere”, “nobody”.
I am too young to feel regret; I have yet ways to go.
Time tails my every step, a constant threat, a debt I owe
myself – an obligation undeclared,
impossible to pay then, even if I dared
to try this last potential path that comes to mind,
eyes closed to this worst risk of all – that I won’t find
an open door to reach this one remaining thought,
blind to the right road that persists unknown, and hence, unsought.
the right door. will always open. and there will be Light.
and those 3 words of darkness…… they only are whispered by a liar, meant to turn you from the open door. ((Anyushka)) Debi
thank you for the encouragement…! these ghosts visit quite regularly, and I hope the poem might help to expel them this time, just by naming them…
you are so right! naming and identifying does help 🙂