When Adventure Marks my Way
It just so happens that life falls in an uneven line.
Sometimes it races across the page in unhindered
Smoothness until abruptly it jerks
Like a heart monitor’s indicative scribble.
A relationship interrupted by misplaced hopes,
Or
A confidant and heart friend taken too early by a jagged edged soul,
or merciless Time
Making the image adjust its course.
The line continues
But
Not as in heritage past.
The days are not the same,
Why should the line move as it did?
I ask myself, “it was always this way, why not now?”
The answer comes and it is older than the
Uneven lines scratched into my heart.
“Don’t you know the why?”
I suspected as much… but it is nice to hear anyway…
“YOU are the same Artist and You wrote the poem that is me.
I am a creation with a purpose in a time that has never been.
Why would my line be drawn as all those before?
I am the only one with these exact circumstances
With these exact components to create
This exact story that is only
For me
From You.”
This answer is not mine alone,
But has been, is now, and always will be.
Thankful for the lines drawn pleasantly that are the boundaries of me.
I will adjust my sails as I KNOW WHO made the winds blow.
for my wonderfully unique and destined for greatness grands!!
