Sometimes when I am alone I like to look back to reflect
Simply close my eyes and see all that was in defect
Mistakes I have made were there any lessons learned
Did all of it merely leave my heart bruised and burned
So many times I think what could I have really done?
If I would go back in time would it all weigh such a ton?
Maybe I could stop the pain and shelter my precious heart
I don’t know I have no clue if it would ever be smart
What if we could go back and redo the past, really would we
I often times think it would leave it all simply not the real me
I mean am I not who I am today because of everything from the past
Determined to make each and every day a little better than the last
If I were to stop and say don’t do this, you will only end up hurt
This I know I can simply not begin to predict or assert
If I could prevent every time my heart broke and shattered
Would it have gotten me to the place where it all mattered
It is true, those tears I would not feel running down my cheek
But wouldn’t that simply leave me void and emotionally bleak
No emotional breakdown would have happened
But then I feel I would find my writing only half-penned
If I didn’t feel scared and alone at least for some of my nights
How would I know where to go to find the missing highlights?
Where would I heal if not from the agony and pain?
There would be no spirit, rebirth or gradual gain
It at one point I never truly for an instant doubted life
How could I ever justify never-ending long strife?
Where would my genuine smile come from?
When I had never frowned not even some