There is a
Sharpness
Traveling
From my
Head to
My heart
A memory
That has
Been unlocked
An image
Of who
I could have
Been
Had I not
Been blocked
Involuntarily
From being
Who I was
Meant to
Be
I feel a sense
Of mourning
Who I was
And resenting
Who I am
I could have
Had it all
I could have
Been the
Belle of the
Ball
But instead
I veered into
A dark
Garage
Until I finally
Chose to
Hit a wall
I could not
Take anymore
I can not
Stay in this
Place anymore
How does one
Reclaim their
Time
I could have
Been memorizing
Lines
I could have
Gotten my shine
I could have
Been in my
Prime
No flop era
I could have
Had
A home
On the
French Riviera
It’s not fair
But I must
Rise to the
Occasion
I must learn
How to have
Patience
I just wish
That my life
Was a daily
Vacation