Moment of Truth
I feel the glass embankments of my soul cracking subtly,
A lachrymose familiar seizes me,
And quakes my shoulders steady
In warm tears of regret.
Why did I not just take it,
The noble yoke my brethren now share,
I feel like I betrayed them.
Why did I not shed, like snakeskin,
That old coat of vulnerability,
Diffidence that has tugged at
The tail of adventurousness in me for so long,
Could I ever show myself among them
And hope for a place in the bosom
We all once inhabited?
I wish I could relive that moment
Of truth all over again.
I would choose wisely, wouldn't I?