While cleaning up my desk, I paused to take a look. Under years and years of mess, I chanced upon a notebook. ~ Scribbles filled the sheets, doodles blurred the sides. Leaf by leaf a pattern grew, much like the changing tides. ~ Up and down my life’s gone by, pretty pictures were for show. Themes were abundant, my feelings to and fro. ~ Reaching the cardboard end, an epiphany spiraled fourth. Each page was incomplete, like a compass without a north. ~ My direction undecided, goals were scrapped with ease. My life’s been but a metaphor, as is a whisper in the breeze.
In this space of many parts, all have brains, all have hearts. Some are big, some are small, some will soar, others fall. ~ Survivor’s all until we’re done, then another, never one. Some will give, some will take, choices are what we make. ~ Some choose poorly and pay the price. Some squeak by but that’s never nice. Some choose wisely and forge ahead, thankful for another day fed. ~ Some learn lessons, others don’t. Some will multiply, others won’t. All in all we’re parts of the whole. The sum of which equals our goal.
My candle flickers in distant panes. Main Street silent, the starlight wanes. Icy fingers grip my bones. Frozen breath chills my moans. ~ My story begins and none too soon. Shadows long for the hidden moon. The hour’s late, the journey’s long. The sun’s rise unseen if again I’m wrong. ~ My goal’s a king born a pawn, To live again, this moment’s gone. Blindness hides the cold hard truth. Hindsight magnifies the lies of youth. ~ My pride swallowed, visions lull. Biting winds gnaw at my skull. Clouds engulf a blizzard near, too many steps, too late to swear. ~ My goal is clear, survive the night. There is no choice to stand and fight. The path uncharted, each step’s new, to trip and fall death’s in view. ~ My head is pounding, my body aches. The thrust is forward to reverse mistakes. Apologies given but time doesn’t care. Words mean nothing if not to share. ~ My mind is blank, my heartbeats race. Howling wolves set the pace. Clothes in tatters, my bare feet bloody. If I shall live, my pain they’ll study. ~ My memories linger of a forgotten past. Dreams awaken, a future’s cast. Dawn surely near, nightmares recede. My eyes then open to all that I need.
The sun rose before my eyes,
a morning poem’s on the rise.
A burst of orange is better than gray,
a better start to a better day.
Seeds of solace lovingly grown,
notes from friends set the tone.
Music’s on and coffee’s hot,
yesterday’s chill know forgot.
The clock reminds it’s time to go,
a future’s ahead though yet to show.
Dreams now at rest and goals call,
life awaits, good morning all.