Poetry Unraveled

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Have you ever found yourself gazing amongst the endless list of past events?
Thinking back to a time you could have never pictured yourself happy?
We've all been lost...floating in a transparent balloon through an infinite sky.
Seeing the world around us in perpetual motion.
Peering through a looking glass.
Are eyes fixated on the many persons silently going about their daily schedules, never knowing what the next day will deliver.
You often find yourself wishing you could go back in time and tell that younger, innocent version of you certain details about the future.
You wish you could tell the younger you that things aren't that bad and to take the time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life.
To enjoy the raindrops on the window pane that drip down and obstruct the view of the scenic landscape sprawling out across the earth's canvas.
To live for yourself and never take the dark spiraling staircase.
To dream with eyes wide open.
You wish you could tap the younger you on the shoulder and tell them the fortune the future withholds in its' palms.
Yet, the future is never meant to be revealed until one is in the midst of it.
The future is simply a surprise.
That present under the piney tree on a Christmas morning.
That random fifty dollar bill you find lying in your pathway on a day that has struck you in the face with hardships.
You are meant to live in the moment and learn everyday.
You are meant to question every happening that unravels unexpectedly.
You are meant to seek more...to let your story play out.
Your life is a novel and nobody wants to hear the ending before the beginning.
So...live, laugh, love and accept the future's plans.
Your mind is your greatest asset.
Let it strive on the new.