An innocuous question that had held me bound to the strictures of stifling memories, until I cut it’s ugly strings.
What if I fail?
What if I had done things differently?
What if the past was not as it is?
What if I hadn’t walked that path that evening?
What if the man hadn’t run into the road?
What if the babies had lived?
What if x,y,z and so much more?
The shoulda, woulda and coulda’s dance before the eyes like taunting pendulum until I seized it’s swaying string and cut it off.
We live in what if’s as if we really could have stopped what has passed with time – which we can’t!
Our what if’s become a cage, the jury and a judge, holding us prey to its sway and except we take away our eyes on that outdated swinging ball, we will remain in the land of wishful thinking and regret where nothing happens.
These innocuous words ‘what if’ aren’t my favourite two words, because it holds probabilities that tend to border on negativity.
Therefore, except the ‘what if’ connotes positivism, I’d rather drop it from my vocabulary and get on with life as it is.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: Start your post with a two-letter word. End it with a two-letter word for bonus points. I chose ‘what if.’
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*an excerpt of my poem*