Sooner or Later...
Category: Writing and Poetry
These moments are hailing in sandstorms…
…sooner or later the choices are mine…
To cover and hide from the fright of the norm…
…or embrace, open armed, the silence of the light
Bright eyed and blue jeaned…
…standing in the doorway…
…contemplating the reality of their next step…
In sightlines for a moment…
…but a fixture in your memory for days…
…Don't kick yourself, child…
…if it was meant to be, one of you would've made the move…
These moments are forever dripping from the heavens…
…you chance to escape the doldrums of your world and face the Earth anew…
…sooner or later the choices are mine…
For now, not casting a vote allows me to breathe…
Nose buried deep inside the binding of the book…
…as if to digest and retain every last image of information…
Sacred are the words that cling to the paper…
…praise be the pen, God's instrument from the soul…
…forever mightier than the sword…
These moments are a stomach punch to the heart…
…debilitating to the core…
The option was mine to take, but I'll forever keep my dreams inside my being…
…sooner or later the choices are mine…
The mantra from the head convincing my soul…
…when I should have known all along that the choices were always mine to take…
She can't make it hard enough for me...
…it's hard enough for me to believe I shot…
It was already my choice before I woke from my morning slumber…
…I chose to be afraid, to be timid, to not show my true feelings… my true self…
…I chose to let my choices control my demeanor, control my thoughts…
I chose to live the dreams in my head and cast reality aside…
…and when I finally decided to take that chance...
…to not be afraid, to not be timid and show you who I was…
…the moment was gone… forever
And again I'm not left unnoticed…
…I'm left again to my choices…
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