Wednesday

 I thought I held the pen

in these chapters we call life, 

but the choices weren't all mine

and the path seem to circle twice.

I am stumbled in on sorrow

fell in the pit of disbelief, 

in hoping that reality would

surface out of dreams. 

I held my hand in yours,

thinking you would be here for life,

but that was my first mistake

that caught me by surprise.