I knew it was a fresh early morning as
scent of coalescing dew and sun told me so
only to have it feel more like a rain storm
despite what my eyes could see before me.
This epitomized my current days, my life
fueling a need of change, understandment
a re-calibration of realities fact and fiction.
So- I sought a deep and honest conversation
with the man in the mirror but the mirror
only hung silently, depicting a stained fog.
Confused and nervously I pondered about
this elusive meaning, and the real cause
Only to discover the me I knew, was lost,
adrift inside a timeless realm of nothingness.
Somewhere during my peregrination of life
I somehow ended upon a path less taken
by choice while simple trying to survive
much the way a dew drop traverses a raging river
despite have been destined to thrive forever
upon colorful autonomous wave of a free ocean
as it joyfully churns from one wave to another.
It was at this point I realized, I was just a beset bubble
being tossed and turned inside chaos not of my making
and all I needed to do was to burst myself from the illusion
of doom cocooning me and live…my chosen destiny
Poet of the Light © 2019