My writing journey began with poems. I had several in my collection before I delved into any other form of creative writing. They were a quick way for me to express my emotions, and they were somewhat therapeutic, too.
A few months ago, I was thinking about my life and my many missteps. I guess in keeping with providing much-needed therapy, a poem emerged. I wrote One More Chance At Life, as I imagined what I would do if I could do it all over. I realized all I would change don't have to apply to the past. I can apply the lessons and these thoughts, so years from now I won't find myself again, wishing and regretting.
One More Chance At Life
I wandered down the dusty road
In a melancholic haze,
And then a voice as if from nowhere came
And shook me from my daze.
I looked across the narrow path
From whence the call had come.
I peered into the dark foliage
Where sat as curious a fellow if ever there was one
He was a little man.
A tiny little man was he.
I thought that he might be an elf, but no,
Such things there cannot be.
"Come here dearie, I won’t bite
I think that I can help.
For you look a tiny bit forlorn
I’m here to save you from yourself."
"I know not of what you speak," I said
"So I’ll be on my way"
"I’ll grant you one wish," he urged
"Come child, what do you say?"
"One wish?" I asked.
"What happened to three?"
"Alas, a genie I am not," he replied.
"But one wish can be just as good as three."
"I’d like to go back in time
And right all the wrongs.
To finally find true happiness
And feel like I belong."
"You want to go back and right the wrongs?"
"Yes, that way I will be free."
"Who have you wronged my child?"
"No, wrongs were done to me."
"I want a life and good health--
A fairer deal," I said.
"And to declare things left unsaid
To those I loved now dead."
So I got my wish,
And off I went to start my life anew;
To take advantage of lessons learned,
To finally make my dreams come true.
I valued friendships, reported atrocities,
And spoke what was in my heart.
I stopped being afraid of love--
Wish I’d known all this from the start.
I smiled often, I was quick to help,
I stepped outside myself.
I didn’t go to war with God,
It was like I was someone else.
No longer afraid to let my light shine,
I made use of my talents and gifts.
I blessed others, I was blessed,
And stayed shy of all strife and rifts.
My friends, I made the most of that one wish.
The devil? Oh, I could no longer be deceived.
So, when I died my headstone read:
She came, she loved, she lived!