Wondering at my thinking and dwelling on my thoughts...
Giving up on understanding why?
Maybe that should be my first course of action...
Yet that's such a cowards way out
or no real way at all...
So I dance again the waltz of self discovery,
to find the lost parts missing from my soul.
To explain my actions and justify my heart...
I stumble and fall and jump up once again.
Moving forward is a angry must.
Standing still moves me no where and going back is pain...
Frustrated by the way that getting one answer
only leads me to 7 more questions...
Yet in the travel there is wisdom found along with sorrow.
These missing parts complete me and give me hope.
They break the walls and stir the pot.
Laughing as I cry, I add them to the mix and become more of who I am...
So the hunt continues as I seek the missing.
Reminding myself that it is I that I am looking for.
And there is no one better to do the job...
Keeping moving forward!
ReplyDelete