life – Page 29 – Picking Up Roots

Aspirations

if some day
I become half
of what I've aspired to
in these words -
or a tenth
of those who've made me -
I will consider this life
well-lived;
until then
I am nothing

Tunnel Vision

life's walls are closing in,
circumstance constricts, 
narrowing my vision;
through this tunnel
all I can see
is all I have:
so much love,
capabilities and opportunities,
the wisdom of my experiences;
the world presses in it - 
it suffocates -
let it,
I can see,
I have all I need

Seeing

what you can't see
lies deep within;
those depths
hide the scars,
the cracks in belief,
the painful fears -
haunting memory -

you only see the blunted versions -
if you see me at all -
congealed together into the body before you,
these experiences are me;

what you won't see -
even if you look -
are the finer details:
the shape of the events
that left the scars -
their weight -
the thin cracks in this veneer

this isn't just me,
it is a truth for all;
hold your judgement close,
you don't know
what you don't see