Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye
Loss is a subjective word. Did I lose my willpower? Did I lose my focus? Did I lose my dedication? Have I lost my faith? Am I losing my job? Did I lose my best friend? Am I about to lose my mind? What exactly is loss?
Loss is my temporary still.
Loss inspires hope.
Loss has been my vindication.
So mesmerizing,
so hypnotizing
I am captivated
I literally feel change brewing. I can taste it. I can hear it. How do I find it? Only through the faith of others and the fervor of one imperfect person...
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
This is where I begin: to go back to basics, to begin anew, and find out who I am.
This is my journey.
3 comments:
I always knew you were a deep one.
I find that I am forever starting over what I thought had already accomplished . . . it's quite the journey to find one's self.
May it be joyful.
I am inspired by the first words of your journey and glad I get to come along for the ride! I feel like I'm always on a similar quest--to find myself (or my mission). I can say that I have found them from time to time, but I don't know why I keep losing sight of them again! I like the reference to hope--how its shine catches the eye...
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