Denouement
Nov 8, 2024
Thought I had known what life was all about:
Moored firmly in the haze of an unconscious cloud,
Only to tremble each time tiniest wind blew.
Given a blank slate chance to start anew;
Hope was then borne deep out of my core.
Not wise enough yet to “the present moment” in full depth explore,
I opted to control each sigh and breath:
Dismayed by of potential pathways mesmerizing breadth,
Thought what I want from life I must demand,
When every earnest wish I have’s already life’s command.
A.B. Wisely 2024 ©