I fix my eyes into the future
ever on the lookout for possibilities
that will bring me the me
I dream to be.
I open my hands to catch its gifts
as though I am catching shooting stars
oh! how they burn. I filled my hands
to the full
until I looked back
and light grew dim in my eyes.
So many chances have slipped from
the cracks in my hands.
Would that I could call them back
would fulfillment be mine?
Or would they make new desires
In the here and now
I am pushed and pulled by what was
and what is to come. Hope and regret –
mirrors of mine.
I am rushing to beat the 12:00 am linky deadline. I know, the piece needs some more checking and revising. 🙂
(Update: Unfortunately, I did not make it to the link. Oh well. 🙂