Misery is gone, though emotion is not.
Joy has re-surfaced to another season.
I cannot figure out every reason,
But I recognize healing taking place.
I’ve finally realized that life is not a race.
It is precious.
Unwound, yet confident.
Untamed, yet routined.
Undisciplined, yet structured.
Uncertain, yet at peace.
Unlimited, yet straight-lined.
Lost and wandering, bad with direction;
However, on the right path to succeed.
Only because failures have made it evident.
Vision can become blurred,
If you trust each one at his word.
Some are deceitful, and they try to break
Including them in your vision is surely a mistake.
To each his own,
Each with different progression.
Progression a positive, but try to avoid obsession.
When the heart and hands part to separate ways.
Without a doubt there will be lonely days.
It is important to wipe the frames of the blurred view,
There will always be better days.
Written: 10.20.11 - 1:00 PM
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