We have a big yard sale tomorrow morning at 6:00 AM to raise money for our Avon Walk (I only have about $200 left to go yeah!!!!). I've been cleaning out more closets to get rid of "stuff" and I came across some poetry I wrote after college. This must have been during my "finding myself" phase...the struggle of adulthood and learning how to make it on my own (wow, I was pretty deep back then)...not so much now, sometimes I just have to laugh at life.
I thrive on hopes of tomorrow, lessons from yesterday and breath of today.
I drink from the cup called life and take it in one gasp at a time.
Sometimes it is all too much to handle, to grasp, to hold.
I let it go.
I swim in the sea of sadness, dance in the light of laughter and wander in the maze of madness.
I pick from the garden and nurture until death.
Sometimes I can't handle the pain, the torture, the stillness.
I let it go.
I listen to the words of the ages, follow the footsteps of my fathers and pass my thoughts to the children.
I hold them to cradle them from what will follow.
If only we could protect and nourish them forever.
We let them go.
I sleep in the dreams of desire, wake in the light of the morning and rise to another day.
I hold onto this, one more day.
If only we could live forever.
We all must go.