• somadina 2w

    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?
    ©somadina