You made a choice which allowed you to keep
the world you knew.
The world beyond was a child’s fantasy-
even in its very real appeal.
You chose what you valued, but
to your surprise
that fact did not make what you got a treasure.
Once, you only needed your prize for love.
Now, you need it to make up for all
you believe you have lost.
Instead of a victor
you feel like a human sacrifice to ideology
to a wish of the mind that destroyed hope and
And what of your discarded love?
Like a prodigal
you now see it as the gem it could
never have been before.
But is this impulse Truth, or
is it the desire of an ego to keep itself safe and fed?
Regret makes us bolder, but
it does not always make us wise.
Which option should you have chosen?
What price could you afford to pay?
-For “One Shot Wednesday” at http://onestoppoetry.com/