Time to ascend?

Sometimes stairs seem to wide,

Negating their invitation,

To seek more,

And discover if the path is a calling;

 

Or a distraction.

 

Seeing through,

Past the leaves in front of my eyes,

Seeing through,

Beyond the plane of focus which has me ignore others,

Seeing through,

Ignoring the large and noticing the small.

 

Seeing through,

All of which is in my life.

 

Sitting apart from the class,
Everyone else having fun,
Chatting, sharing, smiling.
I sit in silence because of what …?

Feeling sorry and rejected,
Making images of ogres who were friends,
just a few moment ago.
Stewing now, my knotted stomach stops a fertile mind,
Dead in its track.

When a simple question can unravel all.
Ask it today.

Jumping up,

I find myself looking at another square in this game of hopscotch.

One where there is an opening,

And the square is not already taken.

 

Only to find out someone is playing a different game,

On the other side of the street.

Now warming by the fire,

A cold rain drips from my gaberdine,

Left in the hallway to warm itself.

 

Mother brings tomato soup,

Steaming with love,

Filling a stomach, cold inside out.

 

This is home … indeed.

 

 

 

What is the next move?

How to move when I am scared?

Should I be brave?

Or out-think the opponent?

 

Am I strong only to appear unwilling to be vulnerable?

Or is my strength my vulnerability.