Choices, Chances and Changes

Gripping through the poles of challenge – I stand at the slightest creation of dream to a discovery in motion

The length of every stage tripled the width of trials – facing with a bleak of hope in each dripping failure

The seasons have changed – bleak pictures of realities and a stiffened hope for better days

Storms of destiny come in showers of faith – drops of courage to a reflection of soul

The roads have curved in every way – signs of goals in array

Preachers show arrows of limits – a question of adaptability to get through each path

Guides on every step – clues on every move sending to the unknown with a group of critics to face.

Turning on each direction – I tried to keep distance from fear of the undiscovered and the unchartered plains

I viewed every lesson I saw mistakes – a lapse in judgement and choices

The prospects I’m seeing – the scenes are depictions of my vision to look at peculiarity and uniqueness

Each moment and every glimpse – I’ve found new insights yet with apprehensions that I might be wrong

As time goes – I clasp and fasten myself from one step to the next with a sight to make it to the farthest

With a direction – a panorama of a different landscape greets my inner strength with hope to keep on.

Unravelling my standpoint – I have redirected my angle to a blank canvas to portray a possibility of calm

The flawless tapestry of white inviting me to rearrange the chaos into an affinity of solemn image of life

I started sketching the realities of now – pulling every choice with assertions coined with prayers of strength

The stillness of the moonlight may quietly go – yet it leaves a horizon as the dawn breaks for another tomorrow

Stars flicker and some have fallen – yet its brightness glimmer at night freely like crickets singing their soul

As the night ends – yet there will come another day to face another reality and to dream another dream.

Written 2001 – revised December 2022