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There’s no going back to what might have been, no re-living years again
But the past holds a promise, if I dare to see, that I am different now, a better me
Why is this so hard to see?
I still live daily,with a wound in my chest, moving forward as if it doesn’t exist
“Life can’t continue”, I’m tempted to say, but living is proof, life can work this way
I wish I could always remember the day
When forgiveness came and soothed my wound, washing me with words of truth
But I’m left with a pile of pesky regrets, like baggage and weight- so hard to forget
They hang like a noose around my neck
Then an idea comes, because it’s so cold, I need a fire to warm my soul
I place the regrets in a pretty pile, strike the match and begin to smile
I haven’t felt this for awhile
Two feet away, lit by this flame, the path less taken sings a refrain
At first so quiet, soft and sweet, then swelling in song as it claims my feet
This is where I was meant to be
The path was more than a journey’s end, it led me to my faithful friend
My friend,the maker, saw my shame and carved this path before I had a name
My heart has softened to His claim
He said he knew me even then, knew my regrets and where they would end
He gave me the cold…
so I would seek the flame…
that would light the path…
to bring me home again