poetry – Page 88 – Picking Up Roots

Searching

when I am lost
in the triangle of darkness
between who I would be,
who I am,
and who the world 
wants me to be;

can I be saved
by my own philosophy,
incomplete though it may be,
or perhaps it is that
I am yet to open myself
to its understanding;

if I look deeper within -
not past myself,
but through -
will I find my truth,
will I find my soul

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

Star

I am for you
in all that you do,
your star
shines the brightest
of the diamonds of this sky,

I look forward
to your continued rise,
I am behind you,
I am with you
as you brighten the world