OVERCAME.

I
stand 
here 
wallowing 
in 
my
sin
of 
choice.A 
solitary 
breeze 
falls 
down 
onto
me.Trees 
whisper
the 
names 
of
those 
gone 
from 
this
life 
I 
lead.They 
don’t 
hold 
back.They 
speak 
all 
of 
my
shortcomings, 
almost 
letting
me 
forget
the 
good 
I’ve 
done
today.Water
nearby 
ripples 
sneaking 
up 
behind 
me.I’m 
being 
haunted
by
my
own
desires.Fortitude
of 
thought,
lift 
me
up 
where
I 
belong.Cast
me
out 
unto 
the 
ground
below.Wind
moves 
through 
me.My 
lips 
and 
fingers 
cool
to 
the 
touch.I
recount 
where
I 
have 
been 
and
regroup 
to 
where 
I’m 
going; 
falling 
somewhere 
in
between, 
landing 
in 
the 
here
and 
now.PRESENT.“I 
am 
nowhere 
and 
it’s 
now.” The 
wind 
stops,
leaving 
me 
with 
a 
full
breath
in 
my
lungs.All 
noises 
stop 
and 
I 
have 
reached
that 
place. Wrong 
denial 
and 
worthy 
of
hope.I
drop 
 my
thoughts 
and 
it
picks 
up
again.When
will
I
understand ?and 
when 
will 
I 
see
all 
that
is
forgiving 
around 
me?Today
marks
a
day
unlike 
the 
many
that 
have
come 
before.Chucked 
into
the 
ocean 
I 
find
my 
way
out.Simp-
less-ly.Wreck-
less-ly. 
Living. 
Beyond
a 
shadow
of 
a 
doubt.Love
is 
coming.Ringing 
in 
my 
ear.It 
is 
forming.Rising 
up 
behind 
me.All 
that’s 
left 
is 
fear 
to 
be
overcame.

© m.f./Roxywaters March 2009