I sit on the sofa, quietly considering my position of late, and find my mind wandering to dark places. I think of days past and of decisions that led to regrets. I think of a future, my future, in which life will be pleasant and contended and I become uneasy within. I see a faith in myself that I once had and is now shaken, as if to crumble like so many rotten teeth. I peer into the pit that some call a soul and I see reflected back a man I thought not to have known but realise I see every morning in the mirror. And yet, I see a brilliant light through the mist... a sandy shore viewed from a vessel so long lost at sea and I bolster. I rally my mind and I look forward. This is my time, my allocated slot to make my mark, and while I know that shall never be I find comfort in the knowledge that when all is done and I am nought but dust, I will have tried. And all my fears and woes and self pities are not the monsters of a few moments ago but are now just gnawing silences in the scape I call my mind.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 19:49:06 +0000
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