Did I make the right choice to live with ghosts
Play on the fields my blood still stains
Allow once more the cracks to be covered
Hoping this time it would not be the same

Should I have left when the door was open
Taken that chance and swallowed my fear
Felt the life I could barely even touch
Be sure at last if it was ever real

I remember the days I could leave at will
The impulse felt and off I flew
Maybe not far or even for long
But always with a purpose only I knew

I am still standing but yet maybe broken
By the place I love and will always call home
I have tried to leave but is that my want
Or is my want just not to be alone

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