When life is hard.
To stand firm.
In our convictions and our decisions.
Becomes a daunting task .
When life is easy.
The confidence flows.
Our minds are clear.
No negative, nagging doubts to hold us back.
Resolve comes smoothly and without;
the draining , regretful glance of the past.
Stagnation forms a thick, suffocating film.
Shrouding us in darkness.
Watching in despair as;
the Good Life happens to someone else.
To find balance.
That happy medium of:
Caution not fear.
Patience not immobility.
Always to strive for.
Always to search for.
A precious and significant reward.
Worthy of the journey.
The casting aside of our fears.
The promise of…
cutting through delays .
No more wasted days.
Drawing our line in the sand.
Savoring each experience.
A leap of faith.
Also created for the August 18th Woven Dreams prompt:
This is a poem from my 2008 archives which I revised a bit for today’s post.
I thought it was worthy of an encore.
It rang true for me, again today. Hope it does for you too.
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