Stuck looking in the past.
Unable to live in the present.
Terrified to look to the future.

Running in one place,
with my head turned back
staring at the fires behind –
the damages in my wake
that leaves me standing…
Analyzing the wreckage
to find a clue
that will ensure no more ruins
lie ahead of me –
not like the ones before

I close off.
Build walls and gates.
Petrified of the floods
that can break them
and crumble what is left
held roughly together.

Yet, as I turn to look at the sun,
the light shines and
warms me, and reminds me,
that beauty lies in possibility
of the morning sun –
of the chance to fly.
Even if destruction may come

That fear cannot win all.
That the ruble stands
and creates new opportunity
making the path ahead…

Therefore, I turn.
I stop running and not moving.

Start to walk a new stride –

Believing in the chance
to start a fire
that will light the path
toward the new.

T. Marina