Linking with the Sunday Muse for muse # 188
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Sometimes, perhaps, we are allowed to get lost that we may find the right person to ask directions of. ~Robert Brault
We are always headed somewhere even in the stillness of waiting
like the beating of a heart or turning of an engine underneath the hood
some forces cannot be seen
the impact of movement stirs the leaves and mothers' skirts
it leaves father's home
and leads to our son's birth place
sometimes it amazes me how I got here
not in this seat before you
but how I got to know this beauty
I came from a broken place
where throats lost their voice
and walkways crumbled beyond repair
so I learned to run from hurt
like a dog loose off the chain
I didn't care where I landed when I jumped
cause it had to be better than where I was
sometimes our pain is fuel
but it can either move us faster forward
or cripple us where we stand
decisions become keys
that either move the train
or stop the bus
I did not always know that
but now I do
loneliness drives us far away
but it is love that truly moves us
to where we were meant to be.
As Cohen said, "Love's the only engine of survival."
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. A poem that takes itself straight to the heart.
ReplyDelete"it is love that truly moves us
ReplyDeleteto where we were meant to be" - I could really feel that!
Got to watch those "decisions" or they will bite you bad.
ReplyDeleteI too like the love "moving us" bit, I guess show me?
Or I'll show you? I think it doesn't have to be mutual
like marriage or affection or things like that do.
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