Author: wanderer

what is Life's purpose?
do well by those I love,
        go easy through the world

some holes cannot be filled

one of Life's few certainties

at some point
we must let go -

carry this emptiness always
with pleasure
for having had the opportunity -
             never long enough -
to know

thank you.

I went wandering,
in search of the life
I might yet live.

the unknown stretched out before me
and I embraced it
as only the uncertain can: fully.

it returned my trust with growth,
as I became what I might have been;
here, now, I am.

for better
or worse,
take me as I am.