Wouldn’t it be nice To have a magic carpet Or a Delorean To travel back in time Back to the moment That created our future Without each other
Sometimes The blessing That is right in front of us Is blocked By our own self imposed restrictions
Resolute promises Made to ourself About what we will or Will not accept Based on our belief system
Hindsight has a way Of clearing one’s vision Bringing into focus The cost of rigidity Causing one to question Beliefs While hi-lighting A possible better choice
If I could go back Revisit my decision I like to think I would be able to see my way To a different resolution
Alas No magic carpet floats at my feet No time machine presents itself I must accept the consequences Of choices made That cast the mold Of my existence today
Shine Wherever you are The right ones Will see you Not by noise or effort By your quiet strength Resilience Perseverance A warning to some A beacon of hope To others
Humans have the most resilient hearts. We give huge chunks of it away, with the romantic idea that the one we love will stay. There are a fortunate few who do live happily ever after. But many of us fail. We break, we heal, we try again. Handing over another piece of ourselves, hopeful that the soul receiving it will comprehend how precious and fragile the pieces have become. With each relationship that ends our heart feels dissected, cut up, at an end. Then we patch it up, and rejuvenate a section, in order to give again. Each time our heart breaks we stand amazed when eventually it whispers, “Lets try again.” It’s actually quite amazing, the strength a heart can have.
Added to the broken mess inside our chest, we often have to overcome the devastating loss of our most precious loved ones, who leave us behind, and journey to the other side, put on their wings, and take flight. While our heart goes on relentlessly beating. Forcing us to keep going. Moving us through each day. Mired down in an obstacle course of memories we persevere until the obstacles fade and turn into little hurdles. Then Christmas bells start to chime and we are reminded by Father Time of what used to be, that shall be no more.