Looking Back

Looking Back

A Poem by Pen The Willows

I look back

Into the past

Into my past

At the decisions I couldn't control

 

Maybe moving was the best for them

But I truly believe

That it wasn't the best for me

That it wasn't the best for a lot of people

 

If we'd never come here

If we'd stayed at my home

If we hadn't left our lives behind

If we had stayed where I kind of felt like I belonged

 

Maybe he'd still be alive

He'd have realized how many people needed him to stay

He would have found a way to live through it all

I wouldn't have cried myself to sleep for a month

 

Maybe she wouldn't have gotten drunk

I would've made an effort to keep her from getting sucked in

An effort to keep her from being a typical cheerleader

To try and help her make the right choices, even though she's older than me

 

Maybe he would have stayed in school

He'd have seen the effects of dropping out

He would have tried harder, to set an example for me

He might have finished high school

 

Maybe I wouldn't be miserable so often

Missing the sun, the warmth

The smells, the sights, the sounds

The feeling of jumping in a pool on a typical hot day

 

Maybe I'd be a better student

A better daughter

A better sister

A better friend

 

But, then again, my life would be different

I would be different

I never would have met some people who have changed my life

I might not be the person that I am today

 

An actress

A poetess

A musician

An individual

 

Maybe moving was good

Leaving the warm and dry for the cold and wet

But I'll never know for sure

And I'll always miss my home

© 2010 Pen The Willows


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Added on May 28, 2010
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I'm 18 years old and I'm in my sophomore year of college. Most of the writings archived on here are from when I was in middle school and high school, and they aren't really very good. I wasn't going t.. more..

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