Has The Pain Been Worth It?

I have skipped and danced in vast blooming fields

Of flowers and young dreams set ablaze

I have felt the world at my feet

Never realising what it was I was feeling

I have held hope so firmly in my hands

Not knowing how fragile it could turn out to be

I have felt success was mine for the taking

Never recognising the naivety of my ways

I can still remember sweet sixteen

Nothing seemed impossible then

Beauty peeking through adolescence

Full blown woman-ness by twenty – one

Decisions, decisions, many choices all mine to make

No thought given to the remotest chance

That I could ever get any of it wrong

Yet here I stand, many years later

Looking back down at years gone by

Claiming to be older and wiser today

But truth be known my confidence has been sifted

Sifted by life’s dynamic hand

Now, I yearn to reclaim yesterday

Trying to get back the lost vain years

Frivolous years spent building castles in the air

When choices were made so flagrantly

Assuming I had a free pass to success

Disregarding warning signs

The idiosyncrasies of the young

Not understanding the fact remains

Fairy tales can get trashed by life

And no one can wish reality away

Sooner than later the heart gives notice

It gets tired of trying again and again

The body gives in after years of striving

The will to do becomes quite weak

You sit and stare at your pile of broken dreams

All hidden underneath moments of escapism

Pretending all is well if only for that moment

Have I told you that life is made up of moments

Each moment counts in life’s tapestry

If you let it slide you ruin the plot

But hiding moments stretch out into days

Days into years, wasted years, that’s how it feels

But isn’t it ironic, that when it’s all said and done

We finally sit up and make water come out of a rock

Life has a way of proving us right

Proving that those first young heartfelt choices

Those flagrant choices made with innocent abandon

Even with all the wrongs in between

Were the right choices after all

Although they threatened to be our undoing

After we’ve given our best years and more

We cease wasting the remaining chances

We throw all we have left on just one

Necessity becomes the mother of invention

We hit at the only spot left, with everything we have

Our final dreams, hopes, fears and tears

Are mixedly expressed tinged with desperation

No one keeps hitting at the same spot

And does not eventually break through somehow

Out of the rocky places of our lives

We finally hear the sweet melody

Of our life’s painful theme coming full circle

Like the thorn bird, we sing our sweetest song

Enfolded in pain of years gone by

Proving to us that the life we have lived,

No matter how it turned out

Has been worth it after all

But only for those who never ever give up