I lost my
way, I think.
Where am
I? How did I get here?
This
wasn't the plan I had.
I see the
road, it looks familiar
but it's
not the road I chose.
I don't
understand why I have to go this way.
All of a
sudden, I turned and I was here.
Looking at
a landscape
and seeing
only the flaws.
It is going
to take forever to get back, I think.
I've lost
my way, I can't see an easy turn.
Standing,
waiting for someone to come save me.
They will
right?
Even
thought my dreams got in the way of reality,
I know
that this road can't be the place I should be.
What is
the purpose? I don't see one.
I just see
derailment.
Don't
people wonder where I went?
Or maybe
this is where they expected me to be.
So I sit,
I wait, I wonder, I see more flaws.
I don't see a way home. I don't know how to
make it.
It seems so hard.
Finding my
way back to the start.
The road
is blocked - there is no way back, I think.
Or could
my ambition and inspiration find my way.
No, no,
not realistic at all.
Out of the
corner of my eye, I see it.
That
glimmer. The shining in the flaws.
The
shimmer that opens my eyes.
I look
around again. I see the beauty within
the flaws.
I see the
flaws within the beauty.
I see they
are one - there is no separation.
This road,
it is the road I chose. I don't need
saving.
The detour
is the right road, I think.
This is
not a place of illusion, it is a place I belong.
~Copyright
2012, Mary D'Alba, Spiritualitygirl~
