I was a mold-able child. My mother’s fears easily became mine.
It took time for me to see this, to correct this, and memories I can’t unwind.
I missed out on things; I walked away from things, from people solely out of fear.
Worry ruled my world; the path ahead was laid so clear.
Even in times of turmoil, ever I was the peacemaker in my family.
Ironic, since I see life as a battleground awaiting me.
Now it seems as if the daily challenges sometimes are too much to take.
Sometimes I simply wish I could find an escape.
It’s only recently that I have seen how deeply past decisions affected me.
Looking back I realize that my choices have cornered me.
I’m heading down a path unable to turn back, wishing I’d done better, lived more.
My life could be so complete, if only I’d not been afraid to live it to its fullest long before.
If I could impart one bit of wisdom on a young lonely soul,
Maybe help someone else feel just a little bit whole
I’d tell them to remember to never ever be afraid,
In my experience, one’s biggest fear, is the choices we wish we had made.