Winter Wonder Land

I think about all the possibilities of what could have been

If I reached out sooner, spoke up louder, stayed a little longer.

I let these thoughts cascade, dancing in the winds of self doubt,

Piling up at my feet,

And I’m so tempted to just lay in them

Catch them on my tongue

For one last taste of you.

But I know

Spending too much time with these thoughts,

Exposing my raw self to them,

Will leave me cold.

Numb.

Frozen in place, unable to move on.

There is nothing wrong with enjoying the storm

But you need to keep yourself warm

In reality

To appreciate the beauty of what could have been

From the safety of what is