II
The elusiveness
Of the realisation
Of an "if"
Is prevalent enough for me
To live with the
Stiff
understanding
that
It was only a thought
A turn not taken
An...
impossible possibility
in the endless maze of life
But if
I were to take that "if"
As a reason not to try
With the false belief that
That would be shelter
From the wounds of failure
Then surely, I would be
Despicably foolish
To fall for the trap
The forever tortures
Of the "if"
That can never be erased
That 'always'
- never altered.
Surely
Failure
Fruited from the attempt to change
A possibility
An if
Into an is
- Into a was
Is more comfort for my heart
An enveloping blanket of tenderness,
A scar that will heal,
Than the piercing thorns,
The swarming, ruthless whispers,
Of a missed opportunity,
That I will always hear.