it’s not
an easy thing to do
to simply
sit in the silence
to let
feelings of discomfort
hang on
you like a veil
it’s
challenging at best
to be
quiet in those moments
and listen
with an open heart
to any
answer that comes
when the
feelings start to surface
and the
churning within begins
frantic,
frenetic, kinetic
the fork
in the road is here
down one
path is the inevitable
journey
into crazy
in
patterns, fixations and habits
the road
that has no end
obsessive,
compulsive, addictive
actions
that never resolve
the record
continues to spin
but the
song remains the same
the other
path that awaits
is the
road typically less taken
it’s bumpy
with potholes and roadblocks
and hard
to navigate
measured
steps are required
patience
and moving slow
open eyes and
listening
to
maneuver this terrain
it takes
time to travel this path
it is not
familiar ground
in trying
to rush to the end
you will
surely slip and fall
but I
believe there is something
et the end
of this winding road
something
worth discovering
the proverbial
row to hoe
