I Need a Reset Button (sonnet)

I need a reset button for my life,
A chance to chart a course on a blank slate,
Unplant the seeds that blossomed pain and strife,
And brought a bitter harvest to my plate.

I walked by open doors that closed behind,
With eyes fixed only forward on my course,
Trying to do what’s right, I’ve been unkind,
Attempts to avoid pain just made it worse.

I should have explored many other paths,
That led to orchards that would bear sweet fruit,
My solitary one has led to wrath,
The seeds I planted would themselves uproot.

What use is wisdom when it comes too late?
There is no reset button to cheat fate.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A sonnet of regret Victor. I would imagine that many wish perhaps that they had chosen a different pathway, one which would have been more satisfying and contented. Not easy to change direction mid course. I like the idea of an instant reset button. That would cut out all the angst of thinking. I guess I have been lucky. I have no specific regrets. Reasonably happy with my lot. I like your choice of language very much in this sonnet. Your third stanza in particular, very poetic. Another nicely crafted piece.


Chris

[Victor D. Lopez]

Thank you, Chris. I actually have few regrets--mostly some about sins of omission as I've not done anything to purposefully hurt anyone. Writing for me is cathartic--even in fiction but especially in poetry however simple. Some people seek relief for life's real or imagined woes at the bottom of a bottle or liquid or pills. For me writing has so far served a healthier purpose whether shared or not.

Thanks for your as always supportive feedback!