What if she didn’t leave?
What if she insisted they try something else?
What if they found it?
What if he lived?
What if I kept dancing and went to private school?
What if I never knew the dark corner of the abandoned shed?
What if I was never asked?
Do I want to touch it?
What if I waited because I wanted to?
What if I studied and applied to ivy league schools?
What if I studied abroad?
What if I kept walking past the glass doors?
What if I left before the worst of it?
What if I did not take you back when you showed up at my door looking pathetic?
What if I didn’t run away fast enough after your fist slammed into my unexpecting belly?
What if I gathered my beloveds and my belongings?
What if I moved to Paris?
What if I didn’t have a miscarriage that Thanksgiving?
What if I trusted my instincts?
What if I told my secrets?
What if I keep my promises?
The only thing I can do is take one step forward each day through the tangled barbed wire weeds of wondering and know no matter what I am worth the walk
Hi Jenny, is this your new blog?
ReplyDeleteIt is one of my writing blogs :)
DeleteNice!!
Delete