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When I dream
I dream of waking to find you
Why do I always think of you
Why do you consume my nights
Why do I always think of the past
The past I can not undo
The choices I made
The choices you made
We are all victims of our past
When we learn to grow and respect the power of our choices maybe then we
learn the power of our decisions
Make them with grace
Think before you do
What's done is done
Will you wish it to be different
Will you look back haunted
by the decision you made
That's the learning curve
don't be to quick to answer
and seal the fate of your future
You may find yourself haunted
and wanting a do over
that can't be given by your
answer that fateful day

© Jennifer L DeLong 11/2024
Zywa Aug 21
I'm very relieved,

yesterday I was ready:


I have decided!
Novel "The Sandcastle" (1957, Iris Murdoch), chapter Five

Collection "Unspoken"
Zywa Jul 11
Wild waves, the shore comes

close, it narrows more and more --


Then, calm, the strait.
Poem "Het naderen van een beslissing" ("Approaching a decision", 1957, Frida Vogels)

Collection "Trench Walking"
All it took for me to see.
I sow within the deepest parts of me.
Weave between the cracks and holes.
My veins will tell me until I bruise.

I know that I will rue the day that I have to choose.
-Rain
Is it really up to you?
Steve Page Apr 25
Faith is a choice
Not a compulsion
Not a feeling
It's a decision
And it has to be made
by you.
So make it.
Jeremy Betts Jan 10
Carrying wounds that will not heal
A pain I will be forced to always feel
Stitched up, scabbed over
The new flesh is much paler
Sealed but not seamless
A basic healing process
That's what they tell me
Looks like a ground up mess, what does everyone else see?
The sensation is still so prominent
As if I'm back in that bathtub reliving it
The visual as clear as the day
Terrified but can't pull my gaze away
I only opened a small crease
Honed in on the crimson flow of my life embracing it's release
Two fresh exits located to my left and my right
Allowing it to forge a new path to the drain and out of sight
My past, present and future colliding
Pooling faster than it can move through the plumbing
Took forever to register my final decision
Turned out it wasn't final at all, just another negative mark on my person
No relief felt, only overwhelming regret
A permanent reminder
But how could I ever forget

©2024
Jamesb Dec 2023
If
True love,
Love - period,
Can conquer all things,
It is an inexhaustible source
Of glorious beautiful energy,
The thing that binds us,
One to another
Or one to team
To nation or to God,

If you do not love me,
Will I still love you?
Will I have your back?
Will I still desire to be
Of service to you?
Share your table?
Share your home?
Share your body
And your bed?

Yes and yes and yes again,
And yet if you
Truly honestly do not
Love me,
Or rather since I see most clearly
That you do,
If you refuse to see or let
Your body mind and heart
Perceive that love,
Then what's the ****** point?
Sometimes we fail to realise that someone else knows we love them, but to them that state of wonder means  nothing. Its a sickening hollowed out feeling, Ive been there before. But waiting to hear is very nearly worse!
Nicole Sep 2023
May I remove these hooks from my heart
Dislodge ice-hot metal from burning flesh

May the air rush through these wounds
A fresh breath, painful and promising

May I feel the emptiness in freefall
As the universe guides me into the unknown

May these holes built of loss and longing
Transform into refuge for peace and calm

I know that a life in chains isn't living
As I know letting go requires faith

May I find the courage to break away from painful familiarity
And to fall into the terrifying freedom of oblivion
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Jan 2023
You gave me the freedom to fly against the wind
And tried to hold my string in your hand
But you never realized I was a bird, not a kite
Who has its own wing to chase the sky...
And now that you've recognised my flight
It's too late for me to climb that height..!
Few things need to be done on their right time, once their time gets over. It's almost impossible to do them again with the same perfection...
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