Looking back at the path

I have chosen,

I see:

A young girl full of

promise and glee,

laughing at life.

Intelligent, but

not so smart

as she thinks.

Looking forward,

through a clear

conscience.

Seeing all, but

knowing so little,

and choosing,

without thought,

those things that

bring....

Regret.

Wanting nothing but

her dreams,

she ventures through

the mirage

she has created.

Until....

She comes up empty-handed.

Wiser, Worn, Bowed Down

to the earth

in despair;

humbled by

living....

Not her dreams,

but her choices.

Honed by time

and experience

into clarity.

Silver hair

and dimmed vision

has her looking up,

instead of forward

finding....

Peace.