She tortured herself with what ifs
Reliving every instant of her life
Things could have been different, if
Rewriting scenarios with new knowledge

New understandings, enlightenment’s
Shrugging off the little stuff that had hurt
her to the core, deep scars, peeled away with time
Too many moments, years, a lifetime regretting

Now aged to perfection, a fine wine, confident
Worldly, well-traveled, wizened yet still alone
A lifetime spent perfecting moments past
A lifetime she had failed to live in the present

(c) Victoria Ramsey 2015


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