Why should I look back?
When I only see
Pain I cannot numb
because I have inflicted it;
faces of those I've loved,
suffering, laid low,
though I emerged,
with victory in my treacherous heart.
No hero I,
escaping from the labyrinth,
but I drag the blood-stained string
out of the cavern's mouth,
that I have carried
through the maze of years:
the fraying, tenuous link
with what has been.
And now,
should I reel it in,
hand over hand,
along the forked path I've run?
At every turn
I made my choice,
I took the path to freedom
and left the bodies bleeding where they lay.
Janice Windle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pains-and-regrets-collection-escape-from-the-labyrinth/
