Why should I look back?
When I can only see
Pain I cannot numb
Because I have inflicted it;
Faces of those I've loved,
Suffering, laid low,
Though I emerged,
A creature reborn,
Spreading fragile wings,
From long winter in the chrysalis.
No heroine I,
Escaping from the labyrinth,
Dragging the blood-stained string,
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,
Where at every turn
I made my choice,
Made my way,
Made my bed
And now must lie on it?
Janice Windle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pains-and-regrets-collection-confession-looking-back/
