Obsacles
My life has obstacles.
So very many obstacles.
There have been forks in the road.
And I have taken the wrong path.
But with each of these wrong turns,
a new path has opened up for me.
And with each of these obstacles,
a old layer of me peels of,
and each time a layer peels of,
it reviles a brand new,
fresh and beautiful layer.
And with each new layer,
there comes a new me.
And with each new me,
I discover something new.
And each time I discover something new,
my life gets better.
So don’t look a bad parts of you life,
look at how they amount to something,
something amazing.
Something you might not get,
if you do everything right.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment