I often wonder where I went wrong.
What road did I miss turning down and why didn’t I see it?
Was I too busy searching instead of looking?
Was my head down when it should have been up?
I can’t seem to pin point the exact moment things started to unravel.
Is there even one exact moment?
Maybe it happened over years and years of choices and decisions?
And this unraveling was slow.
Maybe I missed many turns because I just wanted to go straight and keep to the comfort of my familiarity?
I’m not quite sure where it all became this messy,
but I see it now and it’s too late.
Time cannot be rewound,
Words cannot be swallowed as if they were never spoken.
I have reached this destination and I can only go forward and see where it takes me,
And this time, keep my eyes out for those turns.