life – Page 19 – Picking Up Roots

Old Days

I was not then
who I am now;
those old days -
difficult
though they might have been -
have made me
the person standing before you
today;

memories of my missteps
sting my mind,
still,
I cannot stop
feeling grateful
for those days
whose pains
made me
who I am today:
incomplete,
yet trying
to be better

Dreamer

I have experienced
one thousand deaths,
I will live through
one thousand more,
dreams
fallen by the wayside -
not deemed worthy
of nurture
by an unquiet mind -
are the great casualties of this life;

though they may be rekindled
reborn, again and again,
such are the wanderings
of the mind
of the hopeless dreamer

Morning

day breaks
on a broken body
ravaged by a sleepless night
and the wear and tear
of Time's passing;

mind dense with fog,
joints creaking with stiffness,
feet hit the floor,
the wood's cool grain
awakens the mind
to the life within,

rise,
make use
of this greatest of gifts