Wednesday, September 10, 2008

sometimes i look at the choices i make

avoided decisions

trips i did not take

again i wrestle and rail at  the years

wasted in sadness, gripped in great fears

do i choose to sit on this rock

my excuse to curse at the clock?

perhaps my fear is of success

and how to wear this new, untorn dress

perhaps i look at myself too much

has this become a new sort of crutch?

life at times an indecipherable dream

afraid to wake up unable to scream

 

 

 

 

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson