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?
December 27, 2013