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