I stood on this pier
more times than I might remember,
this picture speaks to my reality,
and yet,
everyday another sun rises.
I don’t understand why
I live this life of
melancholy,
a person told me once,
after awhile we get good,
practice, practice
I’d like to find a new routine
there are certain realities
that I can never let go of,
constant reminders
that tell me to remember …
I don’t understand the concept …
letting go.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
