A Distant Reminder

this lake

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 ~