Looking Back

Perhaps now it is time to look forward

Rather than looking back

The choices I have made are drawn strong on my body

But they are not the sole definition of who I am –

And what I still could be

Even looking out the window

Seeing the fields and hills in the distance

The soft clouds blushing the pale blue sky

The church spires – it is always there

A constant ‘outside’ which I hope one day to feel with my hands

Instead of just feeling the possibility inside myself

Perhaps I am scared of doing well

Perhaps I will continue to trip and fall

But maybe, just maybe the landing will be soft (er)

As I will have the knowing of my past to inform my next stage.