Just as a waterfall spills over into tomorrow

and only into tomorrow,

Every molecule unable to return back in time

to its exact point of origin,

I can never return to that one summer afternoon,

Never return to the split second

before I made the one naive decision that still haunts me today.

How blind I must have been.

 

Years later, I close my eyes

and breathe in the salty spray of the ocean

The wind tangles my hair into knots

And I let loose half-delighted, half-terrified laughter

I am gasping,

breathing,

But most importantly,

No longer afraid of living

 

I stretch like a kitten in the morning

Ready to claim this day, this life of mine

Days pass.

I watch sunrise after sunrise
Rise to the occasion
Wake up, get up, grow up

Days pass.

 

I survive storms

Type furiously as I listen to the soothing pitter-patter

And enjoy the shimmering rainbows

Without wondering exactly where they began

Or where they end

Because I now realize that my life is, like poetry,

a form of art with infinite possibilities

And just as I play with words and create plays on words,

I now let go of the fetters that bind me to my past

Forging my destiny anew.