There is a long road ahead of me
In this life,
But still, I'm aware
That the road behind me extends
Far longer.
There are times in our lives
When we take stock of those things
Which shaped us;
Those things which we allowed
To create us.
I am such a crossroads.
I don't like to admit it
But I still feel so much discomfort
In my Heart
For things that seem to be so far behind me.
I've grown weary of trying
And still, I try.
I've grown tired of the distance
And still, I reach out my hand.
I've grown fatigued at the cold
And so,
I put on my warmest sweater
And I trudge forward through the deepest snows.
Is it ego alone that brings me to this place?
And what of the other things
That life has offered up?
Do I face the challenge undaunted?
I think so.
There is a great purpose
In the knowing that I have found.
Still,
I am left with the ashes.
Those scattered reminders
Of the fire that once burnt so deeply
In my Heart.
Now where is it that I should
Scatter those embers?
Or do I just sit in them,
Roll in them,
And laugh all the while?
In this life,
But still, I'm aware
That the road behind me extends
Far longer.
There are times in our lives
When we take stock of those things
Which shaped us;
Those things which we allowed
To create us.
I am such a crossroads.
I don't like to admit it
But I still feel so much discomfort
In my Heart
For things that seem to be so far behind me.
I've grown weary of trying
And still, I try.
I've grown tired of the distance
And still, I reach out my hand.
I've grown fatigued at the cold
And so,
I put on my warmest sweater
And I trudge forward through the deepest snows.
Is it ego alone that brings me to this place?
And what of the other things
That life has offered up?
Do I face the challenge undaunted?
I think so.
There is a great purpose
In the knowing that I have found.
Still,
I am left with the ashes.
Those scattered reminders
Of the fire that once burnt so deeply
In my Heart.
Now where is it that I should
Scatter those embers?
Or do I just sit in them,
Roll in them,
And laugh all the while?
