If Only

If only

my life were a constellation,

memories glittering still and silent 

as stars hung together in the sky.


My life is only 

a fleet of rowboats searching

anxiously for a sudden light

to see upon the surface.


If only

opportunities arose willingly

like the sun on a typical day

without the hesitation of a summer's rain.


Instead they only

conjure themselves as spells

or mutter resentfully

the sound of a foolish fiddler's tune.


If only

decisions came together

with the grace of flocking birds,

forming a constant quilted pattern.


Now only

clear choices can be made

on a beaten, broken path

of words unwritten - bravely

looking to the future - 

not the past.


This poem is about: 
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741