There are so many past moments that I am convinced will determine my future. That sounds dramatic, but I believe this so easily sometimes. I let my mind tell me there is no more time.

I feel as if I have lost an opportunity. To explain to me or express a feeling that did not quite get across the first time. It's so easy to tell myself that I am not capable of something when I have never even given myself the opportunity.

It is so easy to visualize a moment we wish could happen but convince ourselves it never will. Even though it is difficult, I have realized that it is never as bad as it seems in my head.

This poem is about realizing what I think I lost can come back again. It is more refreshing to be positive and look forward instead of living in past moments.

What you think you lost

due to moments so small

you never lost at all

you gained a hope that is unseen

words you did not mean

or forgot to say

you walk away

reliving the moment over and over

you tell yourself you lost their mind

you lost another moment with them

you were too scared to show up

too scared to talk

too scared to share what you were thinking

you tell yourself you lost the opportunity to be understood

oh the fear

of being misunderstood

you become unsettled

when you think of love

your parents were not good at it

so, therefore, you are not capable

you never learned

you think you lost it a long time ago

you think you lost the time

you think you lost the chance

it is so easy to settle in that

what you think you lost you have always had

let it be seen

let it be consumed