Tag: Change

A Fork In the Road

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Standing at a fork in the road
Watching the change of scenery.
New things to see and experience;
New bridges to cross;
New hills to climb and overcome.

Which way do I choose?
Whether easy or difficult,
Whether right or wrong,
The choice comes from the heart.
I have to make the choice.

Standing at a fork in the road
Both never ending and tiresome.
Walking through today,
Running to next week,
Sprinting towards the end.

I have to make the choice.
It’s my turn to cross the street;
It’s my turn to move forward.
I walk alone. Slow and steady…
With no one to hold my hand.

Standing at a fork in the road
No map or directions in hand.
I can make a difference –
I change the scenery –
I create the fork in the road.

T. Marina

Dive Deeper Into Oblivion

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Looking back, drowning
In vision of what could have,
Would have and should have been.
Diving deeper into oblivion
And losing sight of what
Is actually there. 

Learn to observe the oblivion
Of thoughts and outcomes,
That seem bottomless,
Without swimming into nowhere,
Until the new becomes bearable
Until drowning is no longer a possibility.

Keep the infinite thoughts at bay
Lessen the what could have,
Would have and should have been
And strengthen what is,
What did and what can be
But be careful not to
float too far from Earth. 

Stay grounded while peering
Into the universe, deep space,
And galaxies far away.
It will soften the reentry;
The landing back into reality,
Back to what is actually here.

T. Marina

My Canvas

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It started out bare and empty.
A new canvas to paint.
Reds, Blues, Greens, Golds
Every color under the sun.
The canvas was covered and hung.
Over time colors faded, but
New colors appeared, even patterns.
The time has come though,
To take down the canvas.
Tear away all the layers of paint.
Goodbye purples, oranges, silvers.
Goodbye Reds, Goodbye Blues, Goodbye Green
And Goodbye Golds.
The canvas is ready again
As if it was never painted once
To be painted again, yet never the same.

A Message:

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Send the skies a message:
“The time has come!”
Rain must pour and flood lives below,
Snow must melt and water must flow.
Thunder and Lightning must take over
Shaking all matter underneath them,
Striking fear into all living things.

Send the ground a message:
“The time has come!”
Plates must shift and unsettle all above,
Grass must burn and dust must blow.
Mudslides and Avalanches must collide,
Sweeping the land in front of them
Clearing the land into a blank canvas.

Send the lover a message:
“The time has come!”
Love must end and ruin every life,
Conversations must die and glances must fade.
Tears and Strength must descend,
Dampening the soul’s foundation,
Weakening the heart into hiding.

Send the parents a message:
“The time has come!”
Bills must be paid and debts control life.
Children must grow and adults must be born.
Distance and Love must expand,
Tangling every possible emotion within
Breaking boundaries to an unknown world.

Send the child a message:
“The time has come!”

T. Marina