A.R

Walking the path that I've always dreamt about,

Never caring what others might think of me, 

Never did I once stop thinking about those

Who do not see me as worthy.

If only I had that strength then things would have been different.

We would still share a home,

Memories that we once shared 

With laughter and love

I opened my eyes to see a reflection of me staring back at me,

and I knew at that moment the only person to blame was me.

Every mistake, every regret, every wound,

I often sit under the moonlight and listen to what the night has to offer; 

Sometimes it offers more than you think. 

I listen to the soft rustling of the leaves, 

I  chase 

            And chase 

                           And chase 

I have taken this path time and time again 

But why does this time feel … 

Longer and bitter. 

For what it seems like I am stuck.