Why should I look back? <br />When I can only see <br />Pain I cannot numb <br />Because I have inflicted it; <br />Faces of those I've loved, <br />Suffering, laid low, <br />Though I emerged, <br />A creature reborn, <br />Spreading fragile wings, <br />From long winter in the chrysalis. <br /> <br />No heroine I, <br />Escaping from the labyrinth, <br />Dragging the blood-stained string, <br />Through the maze of years <br />The fraying, tenuous link <br />With what has been. <br /> <br />And now, <br />Should I reel it in, <br />Hand over hand, <br />Along the forked path I've run, <br />Where at every turn <br />I made my choice, <br />Made my way, <br />Made my bed <br />And now must lie on it?<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pains-and-regrets-collection-confession-looking-back/
