Dear heart of sure and grim resolve

You wish you felt the woe of love

That, letting go, yet whimpers 'No'

You lack regret and feel so low.

So much relief you feel, 'tis strange

And makes you wonder if you'll change

Or just go on with a new name:

Selfish, fickle, and the same

As you have been. You want to be

A new person, but what is 'Me'

Apart from what the Me has been?

Can you renounce your past and win

Your future, lacking every source

Wherefrom the streams of passion course?

You've never been to a cross-road

Quite like this one, and though you've stowed

Each reason, passion, deep within

Who are you, 'part from who you've been?

The bending road you've left behind

Is lined with byways of the mind

You could have taken, but forewent

To chase the dream you've lived and spent.

Who knows, dear heart, what lies ahead.

You may wish you had stayed instead,

But life's too short and loves too few

To tarry over worries. You

May yet accomplish all your goals,

Discover all the waiting souls

Whose stories wait for you to tell.

Dear heart, you'll never know until

You walk the road; you reach the end

And find it but another bend.