An ache agitates your soul.
A memory
from long ago
leaks into the present.
The familiar feeling
of regret
or resentment
briefly flashes.
Wondering
how this thing
you call life
got so off track.
Questioning
how you became who you
think you are.
Feeling
astounded
that the same
doubts
fears
and ways of
sabotaging
still run the show.
How did you get to this place
that looks so different
than what you planned for?
And.
How do you get back
to the fork in the road
so you can take the other path?
