the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

Paths chosen

When the thing you wish not to be
Is hinted in your reality,
When the way out you wanted is not the path chosen
And you wince at your friend’s news, began fussin’
“It’s all over. Nothing can change what’s passed.
“It’s a way out, but it’s not how I would have acted
“It’s not the path I’d choose,
But I am not and never will be you.
So bless you and may he guide all that you do.
I’ll always love you.


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