Moments of Delay
We make plans to reach a place, place in time or on our path
Determined, driven, focused, with purpose, our mind set, our heart sure
The place we want to reach means more than so many other things to us
It is our desire, hope, want and need, our goal and destination
So, what of now? This event, this stop. The road undone, the journey lost
The ache, the sorrow, to disappoint and not achieve, to despair the failure
Hurt, pain, falling down, all these things apparent flaws
Not always of our making yet often having same effects
There is a choice, of course, observe the fact, sink or swim, which way to turn
Can we view this with rationale, or do we wave a large white flag, lost to circumstance?
A surrender to fate, to give this up, so lay down, sink beneath the waves
Do we step to one side and avoid the dark, seeing light at the end of our personal tunnel?
And what of others, those we engaged, enjoined as a part, a component of this
How do they fair, consider, feel, mirrors of us, reflections, the same? No
But surely close, just variations, each emotion unique, owned by one shared as two
Or are they resigned, another fail, tired of emotion, wearied by time passed, no end in sight
In this place, I see where I stand, still, patient waiting, determined and resolved
I have shared these things in their light and dark, and so as we stand, each at of the end of our tunnel
I know, without doubt, with no fear, that the light at the end of this tunnel, is no oncoming train
This light is the woman of my heart, who waits with love
in this moment of delay
Copyright © Graham Bentley | Year Posted 2021
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