Thoughts of days gone by
came rushing in that morning
filling my mind with wonderful memories
as I wandered the bluffs alone
The grasses were heavy laden with dew
I found myself sitting upon the grass
to watch
the sun was about to open this new day
I now understood what was meant
“this is the first day of the rest of
your life”
I was not about to miss this sunrise
as I had missed so many
for so long a time
It was a prison of my own making
that had kept me away
As I sat and watched
a faint orange began to emerge
far across the sea
from beyond my imaginings
That prison I mentioned
had no walls
yet it seemed as there were many
It didn't matter the direction I turned
they always appeared only at arms
length
The days seemed to meld into one
another
as if they had no beginnings
nor endings
There was no laughter
nor were their tears
The days
no
years
just were
My eyes
turned back to the colorful sky
they filled with tears
My heart felt
joy
I began to laugh
I felt
alive
for the first time
in so many years
Why had I stayed within that shell of
sorrow
how was it that a loss
could hold me for what seemed
forever
That wonderful orange
This orange sky that I see before me
Is the same orange
As the sarong she wore that morning
No comments:
Post a Comment