Wading through a Sea, Memory, Time

Quiet fall sunday

Writing, posting.
Thoughts, feelings, MEMORIES
Of yesterday, tomorrow, next fall.
A spring day in two years.
Winters and falls,
Past Aprils and Future Augusts.

Realizing the quiet solace in… solitude.
The learning one can encounter
So refreshingly through earnest
Self-reflection and isolation.

Being aware of a past and
Hopeful in a future. Without
The often-times crippling hindrance
Accompanying judgement of one’s self.

But rather through acceptance
And an openness and understanding of vulnerability.
Future invitations to joy
In the presence of challenges and uncertainty.