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All Chances Were Lost

Perhaps my spring could have been without frost, if I had let intuition make the rightful decision: being adventurous, never fearing the unknown, but afraid of taking any risk, all chances were lost. Another dilemma stood in every laid-out plan, uncertainty hindered me to go beyond fear; and staying idle so surmounted by indecision, nothing changed my tomorrow not too clear. These painful setbacks have caused endless regrets, loves not sought and cradled, memorable events missed; my outlook seemed serene, but inside everything exploded... the joyful days were few, then came those thundering storms. Was there a more powerful force suppressing my strength, denying me the joys and pleasures I longed for all youth? Whom should I blame: me or others? Life or fate? All I am carrying inside is bitterness and hate.

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Daniel Turner

Date: 7/10/2016 2:56:00 PM

Andrew, not every choice we make gives an immediate result. Hindsight is a luxury few can afford. We must always persevere and press on. I know this is just a poem because I have never sensed hate or bitterness in anything I've ever read of yours.

Andrew Crisci
Date: 7/11/2016 11:34:00 AM

Greetings Daniel. I have appreciated your comment and concern. Sometimes when the battle seems won, we find encounter another setback that hinders our victory. I am not ashamed of what I feel, hiding those feeling is a pure lie. It as a moment of bitterness, perhaps a flashback remembering my past events, and that hatred feeling of failure does show up once in a while, but I look forward to the future with a positive outlook. Thank you for your advice on this tough topic. God bless you and keep you safe. I hope you are coping with your illness and feeling better. A warm hug, Andrew.

Eve Roper

Date: 7/10/2016 11:32:00 AM

Andrew ,great write I hope it isn't your dilemma if so blessings for healing. Life steps to the future can be hell. Hugs

Andrew Crisci
Date: 7/11/2016 11:38:00 AM

Thank you, Eve for your kind comment. We all need a blessing for healing when the road ahead is rocky, but with God's help we can overcome our dilemmas and fears. Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs, Andrew.

CayCay Jennings

Date: 7/10/2016 11:27:00 AM

Very deep, with palatable emotion. There are discussion possibilities in each line, but I never know if a poem is fiction. My Mother became victim to this feeling when she turned 70ish, this could be about her. While, in my opinion, 'a stinking thinking attitude void of spiritual truth', this is a legitimate overall mood many, too many, display. A worthy write summarizing the gray many live ... CayCay

CayCay Jennings
Date: 7/27/2016 7:40:00 PM

Andrew - I just found your response. My sum total is less a couple of years sitting alone with lethargy and depression as company. Good, bad or indifferent, I have been there, lost in gray. (Shucks, I feel a rhyme coming) I am no longer that way, it was a 'bad time', not a lifestyle choice which is what I meant in my first comment. I may have just created a run on sentence, forgive me - I'm too tired to proof! I see you in light and will keep doing so. All the best ... CayCay

Andrew Crisci
Date: 7/11/2016 11:55:00 AM

Thank you CayCay for your kind comment. I have appreciated your kindness and sensed your concern. Many have those gray days, I am not embarrassed to say that I had a bad day, too...feeling down with no one to run to for advice and comfort; and even though my lines echo with regret and bitterness and hatred for things not accomplished, I realize, it's too late to change things, but the desire to forget and go forward is strong and vibrant. With God's guidance and healing, I will be able to live life fully. Have a great weekend. Best Wishes, Andrew.