Have you ever had an experience where you wanted to say something to someone so badly but your ego got in the way? If you could write a letter what would it say?

A Letter In The Wind

I wrote a letter the other day

I lifted it up, and it blew away

It flew so far, I couldn’t see beyond the sky,

Not clear whom it was it written for, you or I?

shaking hands danced, while the ink stained the paper.

tears dropping like blue puddles; the first rain on parched soil

I wondered if my truth would ever find its place

Would it spend a lifetime drifting, and dancing, evading its fate?

Would it ever find peace on solid ground?

With only a name to define its significance

A lifetime came and went

I thought youth would have lingered longer than it did

A Restless heart, time stopped being my friend

How could life have progressed so fast?

When I thought I had abundance of years to reconcile my injured past

My hardened stance, in a world without mortar

I wished I looked beyond the bricks, as time has softened me

Did fate touch a shoulder with a hand that was solid and strong?

They looked at the letter; the story was long

The paper was old and the edges were frayed

What in a letter could someone say?

So many years and memories suddenly flashed by,

The familiar writing, a long lost feeling of love pierced like a knife;

frozen by emotion in what could have been a different life

unwavering love that age would never steal

many years after goodbye, and a heart that never healed

never giving up on the wonder, over all those years

All the time wasted, drowning in tears

How could my ego have created a lifetime of hurt?

On that day, so many heartaches away, when I took the stained blue puddle letter

and placed it back in my shirt?

Carl Meadows

December 27, 2013