
On the rise
A wave crests
Enfolding me within its wings of water
Carrying me upwards to the sky
Before it falls away
And I am tossed
Turning upside down
Not knowing when or where I will land
Now my troubled heart is beating
Rapidly in fits and starts
The wave is consciousness
Delivering me emergent from the solitude of sleep
Carrying me towards a day
Whose promise may be
Deeply hidden and remain unknown if
I cannot summon the energy and trust to waken
This surge is not familiar to me as friend
Enemy it became
As fears lied to me about a life
I was increasingly reluctant to enter
Based on a past
That brought plight
Now long years hence I ask why
And wonder if this long drawn out search for an answer
Extending over years is real
Or just my vain imagining
A useless occupation
In the end so much was taken and there is so much
That will never come again
Chances and opportunities squandered by my inability
To see around corners
Or trust the bending of time
Would lead in a benevolent direction
For both of us
So now I just surrender to the sunlight
Take down my laptop and ruminate
It is all too late
For anything but retrospect
But then just when I think
The game is up
Here comes another wave
And I ask myself
This time
Can I be brave?
This is so strong and powerful. Beautiful words that supply both melancholy and hope. And to the bending of that time, may we understand its pliability. That nothing is ever a “too late” proposition.
Love this.
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Bless you for understanding all that. These poems just flow out of me from somewhere unorchestrated if that makes sense. It fill my heart with hope to know it strikes a chord ❤
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It’s just so strong and beautiful. It definitely strikes a chord. The soul of a writer unveiled.
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