Reflections

I remember standing alone that day

Alone at what appeared to be the crossroads of my life

At first I had thought she was still there with me

At my side as I always thought she would have been

But when I reached out my hand

I found that she was gone

 

Turning back for a moment

I reflected on the path I had walked until now

Though there had been many forks in the road along the way

It always seemed clear which path I was to take

But not this time

 

This time I was stranded and alone

No one to help me make that decision but myself

 

Turning back again

I reflected long and hard on the journey of life I had taken thus far

Hoping to find my answers there

 

 

 

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

At least, the narrator has the strength to look back upon the past and reflect about how he/she got there. This is a nice poem about the longing and desire to be understood and not be alone along the winding path of life. Well expressed.
Light,
Siddartha

[Ocean Orchid]

The Clicking line here

I remember standing alone that day
Alone at what appeared to be the crossroads of my life

I like the expression - crossroads of my life ....

[FoolsGold23]

I've heard it said that "hindsight is 20/20" And I think this poem aptly states that. It has a tinge of yearning in it, but common sense as well. Logic and Love can co-exist, but in a symbiotic limbo and in the long run, one must rule out, as it seems in this poem.
Lovely work, once again!~P

[Mystica]

I like this a lot. It shows the pain of loss, and harsh realities that hit us right in the face when we least expect it.

Love it.

[Bluet_Belle]

Often times we learn from our past mistakes, or choices, and sometimes it hurts too much to look back.

This poem expresses the pain of loss, whether to the cold hands of death, or the warm bed of another lover.

It is a sad piece, but I see a hope in it.

After all, there is some road left, the speaker hasnt run out of hope yet, there are still paths ahead. I think you should do a continuation. Build from this and see where he goes. I like it.

[S.J.Floreen]

It's a sad poem, and reminds me of a story I once heard about a man who lost his wife, and couldn't seem to keep in his mind that she was dead. He kept turning to talk to her, or thinking that everytime he heard something she would like that he would have to remember to tell her, and then he would remember that she was gone.