Breaking away from what I have chosen, only to chain myself to something new.
I’ll leave behind my beloved stone, it’s become so heavy. Such a burden.
I did love it once, but…how can I continue to carry it?
Alone and forgotten, a lovely branch befalls me. So fresh and new. What splendor!
Though, how long before I can no longer stand the sight of it?
How many hours of entertaining its beauty before holding on becomes a chore?
When the boughs of such a lively creature sag with fears. Too tired with my own.
I can not be expected to uphold another. It’s time to move onward.
I am sorry, I did love something about it…but I can’t remember what.
In loathsome self pity that I blame not on myself. I take comfort in whatever finds me.
A crisp white sheet. What cheerful offerings it bestows upon me.
Though, how foolish am I to take on something so jolly. That which time will take away.
Time, such a cruel master. Always reminding me that everything has a season.
All things fade, it’s only right. No one can keep from the earth clocks.
We all shed our layers, whether we want to or not.
Take flight once again, to find something of less weight, that will not sag or fade away.
Always a search for things somewhat better. To each man his own…but…
To break away, is to always break away. Forever searching but never found.
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