life – Page 37 – Picking Up Roots

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

Dreamer

I have experienced
one thousand deaths,
I will live through
one thousand more,
dreams
fallen by the wayside -
not deemed worthy
of nurture
by an unquiet mind -
are the great casualties of this life;

though they may be rekindled
reborn, again and again,
such are the wanderings
of the mind
of the hopeless dreamer