“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

At the Crossroads


There needs come a time
when grasping at what once was
is released and freed.

Unbidden and strange,
the new startles and creates
odd circumstances.

I have no knowledge
that the new offers succor.
I am simply here.


3 comments:

Karen said...

Old habits and expectations die hard. Facing new challenges is difficult, but I think that's all we can do, face them, deal with them and accept that things are not as they once were. Life is ever changing and evolving for all, with or without MS. I think your last line says so much, we are here...and that in itself is a positive statement full of hope.

Muffie said...

I'm in the process of discovering just what this "new" does hold for me. I simply have to let go of the past, despite the fact that it gave me great joy. I'll only find happiness if I don't constantly dwell on what might have been. I have to chuck the bitterness and start turning toward the light that lies ahead. An easy task? Hardly!
Peace,
Muff

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, I am a fighter by nature. Lately, though, I have been under siege, and my spirit is flagging.

Muff, no, it is not an easy task, but letting go is what I must do.