In this moment there is
A step off of the carousel
That is you.
In this second there is a clarity
Like each time before
Day after day
The circle turns
Like a distant song remembered
Of watching the wheels
But they do only that,
Go round and round
And when the tread slips
They wobble so unsure
And then it is the role
Protector to hang on
Or to let go,
To let lessons be learned
And as the heart dies just a bit more
With the knowing of the pain,
The mind logically says
It will be okay
Let it be
Let it go
Set it free.
The hardest lessons
Knowing the path to take
And the knowing
Yet being yet again held back
To trust foolishly
And once more to be sidelined
By the coach who doesn’t want to know
The rules are there for reasons,
The narcissist feels not the application,
Just the succumbing once more
Of the subversive
Waiting to rise
To be heard.


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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

4 thoughts on “Being”

    1. It’s funny, I wrote this several days ago and the Internet was lost and I thought so too were the words, then I found them hiding in the draft file, even after having already checked there for them….strange things ☺️

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