a tranquil slow inhale
shedding a grasp upon soul,
I walk in familiar paths,
the tread carrying miles of time
shoes with open holes
I still want to wear,
reminders of lost moments
deceptive hours of yearning.
I find my life is a confession,
a long and enduring sermon that even I don’t believe,
yet I keep crying,
keep losing the battle,
always knowing a victory will be my temperate savior.
Looking, glancing, smiling,
my facade is well practiced,
a real charming complement
to bury the fear remains inside.
I wonder sometimes if we live in a world of similar angst,
where do we discover the beauty of love,
that most cherished reality
peace of mind.
I’ve found myself here,
I can play, respond, realize, recall
tonight I’m still climbing
without any notion of descent.
I know, I know,
when running happens, we always breathe easy
at the crest.
I just haven’t felt right lately,
wondering if I’ll ever discover
an easier path.
Along the way, I’ll still call you,
an enchanting beautiful