Yesterday, snapshots of life framed the sky
All past timelines refilling mind’s pages;
My chapters from youth’s byways lingered, when
Troubles of identity reached a sharp peak. They
Seemed to question a need to conform, but
So undaunted was I to be my own imprint.
Far the miles my feet wished for something else,
Away from usual paths in need of new quests.
Now, I listen to spirit enlightening my days
It cradles a stillness borne out of reflection.
Looks like the rebel within has withered
As I embrace the beauty of today’s mellowing.
Though rough winds trigger anticipation
They're washed by night’s reckoning;
Here in a space of tenderness, I listen
To the rhythm of moon bouncing: paced twirls
Stay within my center with ease and compassion.
Oh snapshots drift as mere apparitions;
I enter light’s arc blazing, while fluid instincts
Believe the past has forged a sense of rebirth.
In calm acceptance, my heart cherishes this wisdom;
Yesterday brought forth the deliverance of my soul.
Yesterday's Acrostic Contest
by nette onclaud