When is it?
When is it?
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
When is it too late to be found,
to be seen as worthy of love?
Is it past an age, a circumstance or time,
to find freedom in loneliness, but long for another?
When is it appropriate to relinquish need,
to ignore the incessant pain and denial of touch?
Is it our weathered skin that rejects touch,
lost from the warmth and soft caress of wanting?
When is it time to face your end,
look squarely at the inevitability of death.
Is it so distant that thought precludes its consideration,
or is it within reach, that wound down clock?
When is it too late to forgive yourself,
for all the mistakes in life,
for all the hurt and pain that ignorance caused?
Is it time to lie down and plead for atonement?
When is it masterful to accept the course of life,
to accept that we are imperfect and tried our best?
Is it ever time to make peace with our chosen paths,
to not regret the path well-trodden.
All these questions I ask in the solitude of my mind.
For it is with a heavy heart that I have stolen life from myself,
taken what I knew to be true and chosen otherwise.
When is it too late?
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