Then and Now
Blinded to my goal,
Out of tune in my pursuit,
I had meandered,
I had wandered.
I had an ingrained ability,
Building it for stability,
I was holding the wrong piece,
Dwelling on lees.
There was a depth,
I had not harnessed,
There was a cleft,
I had not launched into it.
I walk with new eyes,
Still breaking through dawn's ice,
Hunting for balance,
Permuting my thoughts for clearance.
The scales have fallen off,
I journey through the terrain,
Undulating and rough,
Anticipating heaven's rain.
January 3, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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