Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I can live.

Held away and stolen from an affair.

I was given time to trace the romance.

Could she feel my pensiveness?

Questions arrived with the beckoning of a blue jay.

Personal insight was not my best feature at the time.

But the fog had ceased without rebellion.

I had changed.

Without the desire to chase her uncertainty,

I had been awarded the shrill of a Jay.

“Slow down!” cried the jay, “Look!”

From that day, I can glance back.

I can see into my present.

When the fog drifts in, a breeze of insight is there.

I will not be afraid to follow the flow of my purpose.

I can live.

And I can live without her scoff for the errors in my wake.

The future is my purpose.

Let it be humbled by the Jay.


Anonymous said...

I love the way you express yourself. You show your strenght in the use of your words.I see the stone you carry and the paths you have traveled and the path you will journey. I LOVE YOU... Char

Dorothy said...

Bravo! I love this one. A blue jay is a particular friend of mine. This is wonderful.
Love you...

Thomma Lyn said...

So beautiful and wise! :)