life – Page 33 – Picking Up Roots

Becoming More

I am the broken promise
of what might have been
and the desperate hope
of what could still be;

nothing is written
with such permanence
it cannot be altered
by a willingness to change;

the clock continues to count time,
until it stops
there will always be a chance
to become more

Ripples

day slips into night
which slides today
becoming night again
before the next day arises

do you take it in;
do you pause
amidst the cycle
to take stock of yourself -
where you are,
where you want to be,
where you are headed -

do you course correct,
or do you allow the tides of time
to carry you along -
from night to day -
without your creating a ripple

Old Days

I was not then
who I am now;
those old days -
difficult
though they might have been -
have made me
the person standing before you
today;

memories of my missteps
sting my mind,
still,
I cannot stop
feeling grateful
for those days
whose pains
made me
who I am today:
incomplete,
yet trying
to be better