The beautiful guitar that I’ve never ever played

The beautiful guitar that I’ve never ever played
Glares at me across the room and it makes me feel ashamed.
It reminds me of the promises I never have fulfilled.
It reminds me of the corpses of the house plants that I’ve killed.
It reminds me of my failings, of the goals I’ve never met;
Of the money that I’ve wasted on the choices I regret.
It reminds me that I’m not the person that I want to be.
It’s a symbol of my shortcomings; a source of misery.

The beautiful guitar that I’ve never ever played
Glares at me across the room and it makes me feel ashamed.
But, despite this, I adore it and gaze back smiling softly.
Although I’ve never picked it up, although my hopes are lofty,
The beauty of the object reassures me to my core
That the dreams that I have dreamt have the potential to be more.
I may never learn to play it and I’ve accepted that’s okay
Because I’m blessed to have the option and I’m reminded everyday.

[25/02/19]

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