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Blog-a-thon Day 27
Seems to be the season for poetry.
Life
"You think you’ll get the best of me…you really will, I know
I'm heading out your way now, getting caught up in the flow.
There is no ebb, there’s only tide, my shelter is too small
A raft is unavailable, paddles...none at all
The clouds amass, please, no more rain…Wet chills me to the bone
I search for warmth and peace and light as oft I feel alone
I ponder at my place in life and wonder how to find
sunshine on my face each day to bring me peace of mind
There’s naught to do but pause and wait and calm my anxious fears
I've learnt a thing or two about myself thro' the passing years.
Each day brings me many gifts, some wrapped suspiciously
I open them with nervous hand, unprepared to see
That each and every gift brings a teacher to my door
To show me in broad detail what my life is truly for
To pay attention to my actions and discover reasons why
I laugh and rant and rave and cry before I choose to see
That each and every moment holds an opportunity
A chance to ride the tide both out to sea and back
To know that raft and shelter is not the thing I lack
For I can choose to face the rain, to take it in my hand
To feel it’s sting upon my face or see it’s blessing on the land
To know that good and bad are balanced by the game of wait and see
And if I choose to step back a bit, Life, you will get the best of me."
~~Dawn Kotzer
DawnKotzer.com
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