To the person I could have been
To the woman I could have become
I wonder
To the adult I could have grown up into
To the human I could have born
Somewhere else, someone else
I grieve
The possibilities
The ifs and whethers
The parameters of my life
The conditions of my birth
The situation of my family
The disposition of my being
The circumstances of my past
The position of my world
I wonder
What girl would I have been ?
What woman would I have grown into ?
What life would I have got ?
What happiness would I have received ?
But I have not
These are not my life
These vain ifs and whethers
Painfully useless
I grieve
The lives I have not lived
The days I have not met
The nights I have not dreamt
The pasts I have not carried
Anyway, I know
There is no such thing as normality
And I do not believe in any heaven or hell
We have only one life
So we can only start here and now
With whatever has been given to us
Wherever we have been planted
And try our best
To bloom our way
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Fire rose
PoetryA book that hopefully will sparks your heart in fire, light a deep passion inside of your chest, burning red hot and wanting for more, leaving you longing. A book full of stories so deep you could drown in it, bewitching your mind and soul, robbing...
