It becomes difficult
to feel
in the shade
of bad decisions.

Regrets, scars,
latch on,

a tangle of shadows —
clinging, half-life ghosts —
a trap, held tight
in the knots,
unable to move ahead.

Shadows in the late afternoon.

Written for Three Word Wednesday.


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

11 responses to “Shadows

  1. Every now and then I get caught up in this dilemma…what if I hadn’t…or had. Not a good place to be. You create that (useless) experience so well.

  2. wow, I have made more bad decisions in my life than I care to remember, so I try not to……

  3. lisadesmedt

    I worry about this all the time, I know I shouldn’t. I should be happy, I have no right to be unhappy. I’ve got a family, I’ve got friends and I’ve got luxury, that most of all. But I’d give the lot away, for some kind of sweet affection, to taste what it’s like to be in love. Every guy I sat next to could’ve been a friend or a lover, but I’ll never know because I never spoke. And that’s why I question everything, so desperate to know if I’ll ever find someone, the two of us to be one, soulmates, and to stand united for what might or might not come. Anything can happen.

  4. I think we all have regrets that haunt us. Even not living in the shade, there are sometimes cloudy days, and then we are reminded whenever a cloud passes. I feel the drag of those regrets in the words of this poem, with the beat seemingly irregular in this manner.

  5. that is when we have to turn on a light and tell ourselves you can do this and move on.

  6. Oh wow. I love your first stanza.

  7. Rinkly Rimes

    We can wallow in bad decisions or rejoice in the right decisions that only became possible because of the wrong! (i.e. a bad marriage that resulted in delightful children.)

  8. The future will look after itself, and we can’t change the past, so why spoil a perfectly good present with regrets?

  9. I love the line “tangle of shadows” — perfect image of all that you just listed before it.

  10. Mark, it’s so true, we often live trapped in a miasma of past mistakes, and they cling to us like tar; ensnare us like kudzu of the soul. The trick is to work past the regrets (I know therapy helped me) and being to live out loud and fully. This is a good reminder of the consequences of letting the past run one’s future. Great write! Amy

  11. jcosmonewbery

    And yet, if we are honest, in the same circumstances, we would have made the same decision again.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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