brittle stars

When I think about it
Overlooking the regrets
Weighing the past options
The things that we forget

Could it have been different
Skipping past the hurt
Touching on the loving
Everything else inert

Focusing on the passion
A band aid on the mars
Doing all required
Catching the brittle stars

Disappearing magic
Evaporating dreams
Vanishing of feelings
Going to extremes

Pushing for more options
To keep us on the track
Alternatives way too limited
There is no going back


Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.