There are three paths ahead not quite converging but running side by side. I’m taking the one on the right, and his is on the left. In the middle is happiness, a trail of sorts. You may know I can’t walk a straight line, so I often veer to my left, crossing paths with happiness…
Tag: poem
Stars
Written for the #bloganuary prompt: How do you feel when you look at the stars?
We, Us, and Me
I don’t cry when I think about them The people who used to be we and us Haven’t in quite some time Every once in a while I see An old photograph and I’m tempted I wonder if I should try But then I remember The ball is on the other side Maybe one day…
Discovery
Last year someone broke my heart. I fell to my knees and cried bitter, lonely tears. I’d asked so many questions, struggling to understand. Suddenly it all made sense I filled pages and notebooks With feelings, frustrations, desires. Then I put my pen down and I looked around with renewed appreciation, for all was good….
Seashells
Collecting seashells is like taking pictures — you keep picking and looking for more, (taking multiple shots) because you don’t know if that’s the best you’ll get, or maybe there’s another, more beautiful one, still to come. So it is, I think, with love.