Holding this idea in my hands.
Wondering what it is.
A thought I have yet
to ascribe.
A mystery to me,
until I unlock
what it is I need.
Making my mind up for me.
We have been together a while.
Come so far from where we were.
Now, we’re wherever this is.
Where
are we going,
now?
Holding a thought in my hands,
don’t know where it will lead me next,
but I know I’m going soon.
This is it,
the final stretch,
I guess.
.
Been the same me for a while.
Loved being here,
and now
it’s time to let it go.
These things
that I have held
need room to grow.
Free to fly,
or explode.
I’m not sure
I’ll ever know,
but where it leads,
I follow,
through the bright light
and the shadow.
My hands are empty, now.
Thought is gone
and so am I.
Out the door,
out the window,
out of my mind.
Good-bye.
HG – 2021
