Sometimes change happens so fast you don’t even notice . . .however accepting life's changes as reality, can be a slow and self-loathing process . . . we are always as blind as we want to be.
Regrets are a waste of time that can leave you standing alone at the crossroads at the end of that day when the sun goes down. . .
Many footprints are left behind
the countless miles of pathways
traveled throughout an unfinished life.
Barefoot traces of past now’s
wind through the ashes,
as the smoldering embers
of a turbulent past boundlessly linger.
Oppressive signs of crawling
on bruised and battered knees
remain in the dusty wake,
knowing that the squandered energy
trying to shed this calloused skin was wasted in vain
Black and white snapshots frozen in time,
vividly retell when it was as if there was no longer
valid reasons to believe, as forward steps circled
Unable to beckon the strength
to rise from kneeling on bended knees
with the resolve to stand humbly tall,
while walking towards the faltering light
Hesitation mired hopeful new strides
crossing the uncharted threshold
into the void reaching beyond nebulous darkness
There were times when blisters bled raw
and thread bare socks wrung red
Holes in the soles of worn out boots
overwhelmed an unforgettable crippling agony
Distraction numbed the forgotten heartbreak
that enshrouded life, reducing life back
to the beginning miles,
when thoughts of mere baby steps was existence
There are days spent suspended
at friendless crossroads,
overwhelmed by indecision’s
daunting toll,
only to take the wrong turns
foolishly pushed by a faith
in the winds of change
The low road was recklessly chosen
Where the shade in the shadows
of the gutter would not hide the burning ache
Days of running blissfully free upon the high road
were short-lived, as the loneliness of isolation
became too much weight to bear
Infinitely searching for an ambiguous sense
of ever belonging, as it evolved
into an unattainable destiny.
A emotionally perplexing feeling
overshadows an uncompleted journey;
a misunderstood lifetime
spanning the cradle to the grave.
All the while,
slowly growing to understand,
it is better to accept
you may never be certain
you harmonize anywhere,
than trusting the mind made illusion,
thinking you do.
One day you may awaken to discover. . .
There becomes a need to cope with
the disappointment when life unveils
the end of the day . . .
In a conscious moment of listening
to the silent stillness within,
realizing you never will...
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