Passages
Often in life we have to let everything go.
All attachments will dissipate one day,
only the heart and soul survive the blow
of other fingers, other eyes
making judgments that are hard to realise
as they toss away tid bits we held dear
sentimentality... tokens of emotions
we carried safely inside through the years.
The token is just the physical reminder
of an emotion alive and well,
But it's not the token we carry inside,
which is good -
one day the outside will be gone.
Sometimes I wonder about other old women's lives,
the ones with the security of a warm home,
strong and loving family ties,
joy and laughter sparkling in their eyes.
But come on - that was twenty years younger than I am
and I can't build a past from where I stand
at this moment, in my present state of mind.
Tomorrow's always come
but today finds me paring away
at levels of choices, large and small.
I used to envy their security,
but not their blindness
not their closed mindedness
not their falseness nor their skills
in the labors of lying, stealing and blaming...
they are pro's.
But such is the path they chose.
I chose to spiritually grow.
Perhaps security was the price.
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2019
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