At crossroads

Perhaps it is at this crossroads that has made me think of the past. I would rather forget, wish it were different. Look back with a quiet smile maybe. Invalidation never festered such a resentful follower. This emotional hold, this obligation; this part of me that wants to tear off these heavy chains. It disheartens the soul and the future. Yet these chains that trap me have become a part of me. One twist and I am enslaved. I cannot break free. I can only learn to live with the weight. Undeserving of any happiness or peace.

Just a soldier, right? Yes sir. Yes sir.

Forgive my anger. It has become a cold stone that cannot be appeased. Forgive me for not wanting this burden. For just wanting a glimmer of happiness, that I fear can only exist without you. For even then, you will take a part of me.