In The Wake Of Chaos
Introduction:
Life rarely goes as planned. We make choices—some bold, some careless, some born out of fear, others out of hope. And as time moves on, we're often left wondering "What if?" But this poem isn't about regret alone. It's about laughter found in failure, wisdom born from detours, and the quiet joy in embracing your life, not despite your choices, but because of them. Because even the missteps made us move.
It started with a coin, I think— Heads for tea, and tails for ink. I flipped it high, the wind had say, And that’s how I got here today. A simple game, a silent breeze, That rewrote all my memories.
I wore one boot and one old shoe, To chase a dream that never grew. It led me down a laughing track— Till joy ran out and turned its back. But even when the joy ran thin, I found odd places joy lives in.
I followed signs a squirrel made, Ignored the maps and well-paved grade. A right at “maybe,” left at “why,” And waved ambition a goodbye.
I thought I’d lost the race, the game— But got a heart, not fleeting fame.
Some choices danced in masquerade, Dressed up in gold that quickly frayed. They winked at me with devil’s charm— Then left me spinning, slightly harmed. But scars, I’ve found, can laugh and sing— They teach you how to lose the sting.
I once said yes to love too soon, And no to dreams beneath the moon. Both times I swore I’d done it right— Then cried beneath the kitchen light. But tears, they write in ink so blue, The poems only time sees through.
Yet still I grin at where I stand, With popcorn dreams and second-hand plans. The roads I took? Not all were wise, But gave me stories, laughs, and sighs. Not every plan turned out profound— Yet joy still found me, round by round.
So here I sit with patched-up shoes, A scrapbook stitched with wins and blues. The choices made, both grand and small— Have made this life a tale worth all. No guide, no map, no clear-set view, Just steps I stitched into something true.
Motivated me for some reason. Thanks.🫶🏼✨
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