Back In Time
In a dream,
I stood beside myself;
Looking at an open door.
“Should I go through?”
I asked myself.
“No”, said my Timid-self.
“Yes”, said my Bold-self.
“I dunno”, said my Wise-self.
(Where did he appear from?)
Bold-self won the battle…
I stepped past the door,
Into another time.
Trying to orient myself,
I looked around.
I was young,
I had all my opportunities
Once again.
“Do something different”,
I whispered to myself.
I often wished I had been a Nurse,
So I changed my course.
I loved what I was doing,
For a while I felt great.
Then the doubts arrived.
Now who would I marry?
Would I have children?
Would I ever see my son again?
"Oh Bold-self", I lamented
"Why did I let you win?"
Some things are too precious
To ever change.
Wise-self whispered to me:
“What will be, will be!”
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2017
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