In another life maybe I would have been braver about challenging those who tried to convince me that I was who I wasn’t. Steered my own course rather than sailing to the port those judgmental few had pre-determined was my destination.
In a frame of mind that held confidence rather than self criticism, I might have done wondrous things for which I'd be respected, and rewarded for what I'd achieved. Rather than someone who allowed herself to be wounded and sidelined, by the ridicules of the past.
A person ready to meet and be with that dreamed of man. The one whose hair would be dark as night with eyes that shone with wisdom, humor, and reflected the sea and the heavens. The one who would recognize and love, the woman I’ve always thought I could be.
Miracles and magic aren’t unheard of but rare. For me in this life, the belief is not yet gone, but fades away like memories, as more days pass.
Maybe in another life, all this was or could have been. Maybe in another life, it still could be!
