Sharing my morning musings. I call this:
WANDERING
she wandered and wandered until she could no more, walking down the aisles of a once-lived life
trying to find the door that opened to a memory that she could connect to
hold on to
touch
feel
as right now in her life she had no feelings
it was false and fearful
she could not remember who she is
where she was
who she was.
making ways into these different corridors of a once lived life,
she wandered and she wandered
until she could no more
Because she was no more.
She was no more of what she once was before.
She was something more.
She was more of herself.
The self she had abandoned and left behind.
She had forgotten, but now she remembered.
So she stopped wandering, searching and seeking.
She stopped
she cried,
she laughed, smiled, and laid down to rest.
Then she picked herself up
walked through a new door she created for herself.
And the light showed brightly as she entered into her new season.
S.L Taveras
Love S
