Sunday Sprinkle: In Retrospect

In Retrospect

In retrospect, jokes become funnier.

Stories become morphed a bit more

after each time they are told.

They are narrated to how we like it.

In retrospect, I dodged a bullet.

In retrospect, hurt becomes dull

like the knives we find in our back

and how color fades over time.

Our bodies don’t feel the pain pricking

at it as hard as it had before.

In retrospect, I was a foolish girl.

It’s in retrospect that we see clearer

and our eyes finally meet the signs

that flashed and waved and burned

bright hoping to be noticed one day.

           

In retrospect, maybe she was a little crazy.          

In dark moments, I tell myself,

In retrospect, this will be nothing.

You are going to look back and ask,

“how did I go through that?”

In retrospect, maybe he did love me.

            Maybe the other one didn’t after all.

In retrospect, it’s amazing because

in those tough moments, we feel like

the weakest person we have ever been,

but when we look back in time, we wonder
how we were ever that strong.