Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I know who I am,
Until I don’t,
Until I can’t figure out
That my behavior doesn’t look like Me,
I know Me,
Until I don’t;
It’s then that my beloveds catch me
As I freefall,
They hold me back,
They have my back,
Even when I
Don’t recognize it.
Last night I saw you,
All of you,
Lighting up
As if I had never seen such a sight before,
This evening, you are silent in sight,
But I remember your glow,
And for that I am grateful
To have seen such a show;
Grateful for this luminescent gift.
Before it had all gone south
And wires crossed
I had been on a mission,
Of gratitude
And change,
I forgot my trajectory
Amid complications,
Things turned upside down,
And I came to regret
So much of this,
Yet further reflection makes me wonder
Was this all part
Of the process,
One that is yet complete,
Of the quest I first began?
Trust the process.
I imagined I would be
So much further by now,
But of course,
I always take
The long way around;
No shortcuts had on this journey,
Yet, I will get there,
Surely it can not be much longer
To final destination as yet unknown
As detours redirect the trip,
The plans change with the path;
I need just reassess
Be at peace with any delay
And keep on
Keeping on,
Learning as I grow,
As I go,
Each moment closer
Than the last;
Giving up
Is no option,
The way out is through,
And hell no,
I am not through with
The way.
Turned around in reflection,
What I found
I couldn’t accept,
Couldn’t escape,
Digging deeper, I aimed
to connect the pieces,
To right the wrongs
Atone for my transgressions
From when I didn’t know
Me,
And of my falling;
Fallen,
I have to stop
Now,
And look up
To see the light that guided me
back here to my ground-zero;
New moves,
About-face
to pull up
Stand strong,
Be proud
Of all I’ve come through
and back again,
Ready now
To live,
To write next pages
With fresh ink
Vision cleared,
Purpose,
And a sharpened point to this,
My life
Though we may not be “together”
My heart feels for you,
And I wish nothing but life’s bounty for you,
Our souls entwined for so long made separation near impossible,
But by tearing asunder,
We each wear a gaping wound,
And while I wish it were not so,
I can only pray it was for the best,
May we each heal separately,
To find what we need most vitally
To individually thrive,
Propagating our own beautiful futures.
She of Letters 