a piece of me is left,
in every bane of my existence.
for better or for worse,
the wandering wake of all i have been.
its just as well for me now,
to know i could have bettered.
a subtle tweak here and there,
or substantial moves to who knows where.
a levers pull away now,
from what can be amazing.
the clothes that dress me fully,
the questions i am answering.
my hope remains alive,
to see whatʼs in tomorrow.
the lessons past will guide me,
to land on blissful shores.
Beautifully written.
Posted by: Shelia Lyon | December 21, 2010 at 02:50 PM