Whispers of The Soul: Poems and Musings

Thoughts I

I glance over my shoulder at the landscape of my life, 

And it dawns on me, a revelation like a cold wind's knife. 

Not a single choice I can call truly my own, 

every step, every path, by external forces were sown.

I've danced to tunes played by others, never my own song, 

in the shadows of their expectations, I've walked along. 

I fear the clock ticking, time slipping through my grasp, 

what if I draw my last breath, and it's all been a hasty dash?

The fear is a weight, heavy on my chest, 

a constant reminder, a relentless guest. 

It's time to break free, to forge my own way, 

to reclaim my life, come what may.

No more seeking their nods, their reassuring smiles, 

I'll chart my own course, walk my own miles. 

So, I'll stumble and fall, make my own mistakes, 

but in the end, it's the path that I'll take. 

To live on my terms, to be true to me, 

no more living a life that's not meant to be.

T.