The White Pond

Like a stone skipping across the pond my pages are turning.

Do you wonder why?

why I feel this way

how I can live walled in

windows shut.

 

It's not what I want

seen in my eyes

by many

a fire continues to burn.

 

Tempted by desire

running all directions

never leaving markers

somewhere I lost the way.

 

Now

nowhere feels like home

and cold sheets wait

always missing bedside warmth.

 

So alone I unravel

this life worth living

tossing the stone of hope across pages

like lilies on a white pond.

Author's Note

I think this needs some work, but it's early and I must sleep.

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

As you said in your own words I quote: "a fire continues to burn"...
You may have gone astray from the path you thought would lead to fulfillment, but there are more than one road you can travel. Do you see the little light in the distance showing you the right direction - can you see it?

I like this write big time. It is wonderfully done, and it shows how you begin to open up and start letting go of things you can't change ...