#OctPoWriMo Day7-Unsent Letters

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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3 Responses

  1. Dawn D says:

    Wow! That’s a harsh “what if”!
    I have one too. Someone I really liked, felt an attraction to, and felt that attraction was reciprocal… I never dared go further, because I was betrothed to my future abuser. Strike that, to the one I would later discover had been my abuser from the beginning.
    What if I had followed my gut? Would I have ended marrying this guy and living a happy life full of love and respect, or would it have turned out to be an even worse experience?
    I have no way to know, I can only dream, play with possibilities.
    But life with regrets is not a good idea. I have just finished reading a bed-time story for my youngest. And I know I am thankful to have my children in my life. If I had made different choices, they wouldn’t exist. So… I try to enjoy life as it is now.
    Still, sometimes, I wonder… what if?
    XO

    • Jesi Kay says:

      Huh? I didn’t think it was that harsh, actually. It wasn’t meant to be. It was simply a wondering if perhaps my what-if ever thought of me as a what-if. I know it probably wouldn’t have lasted because we were definitely too young but you never know. And I don’t regret much except that I never told him the once I did have a chance because I was too honest to hurt him or the girl he was with at the time. I wouldn’t be who I am right now if it had worked out, or maybe I would be more me or someone completely different. I don’t regret my life but I do wonder what-if sometimes.

      • Dawn D says:

        well, I think it harsh to learn, many years later, that something could have been. At least, I’ve never seen my what-if since then, and I have now found my happy-man. So… yeah, I guess for me it wouldn’t be as much of a bad what-if now either…

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