No longer dedicated to taking back seats, instead,
moving forward and speaking from shadows of inner
sorrow and remorse.
Life fans across many aspects and forms, beginning
and ending in the arms of love.
Preparing ways, gently prodding sorrows of death out
into the open.
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Life is constantly changing and rearranging itself
We think we’re in control, in reality we’re not.Our futures are planned to an iota of a nanosecond,according to which paths we initially take.Death has been arranged for us at the moment ofconception, we are used to the idea by the time wecome to our ending.
Slumber catching on my mind, putting me into a dream-like stance, adding many answers to the questions puzzling me during the day when wide awake.
Curling up with faith and being held so closely by a Father who will never give up on me.
Sentimental morning, I am awakened by your timid
Disallowing sleep, jumping onto escalators,attempting to reach the highest number of imagescontained in one moment.Settling in, sipping a hot cup of tea, thinkingof good things done in bygone days.Reminiscing shadows, quietly sitting on the flooraround me, awaiting their turns to appear andbring good cheer and happiness into poetry.
Rolling desert mountains sharing the glory
Being demure and letting go of pride inregard of nature’s bounty.
Looking into mirrors of my eyes, watching
Not being able to stop the progression ofmy body from attacking itself, unable toget healthy and enjoy my life – what littleI have left.