Love/hate relationship with my adult self,
nostalgic for a time when answers seemed
just around the next corner,
out of reach only temporarily
to my growing self.
I will never be bigger or stronger than this
the time has come to take my courage
in both my hands
or relinquish dreams.
How long will there be others?
I am less brave now striding
into futures unknowable.
YOU ARE READING
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoetryThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
