Fall or rise I go on.
Like the ebb and flow of the wave
Lit by the light of moon or sun.
I am the note of the lament or the soaring duet.
I cannot be silenced, I sing my song.
Battered and bruised by erosion
I am the mountain, standing tall in the storm;
I go on.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
A straight line between here and the end,
Between now and forever –
Between forgiving and the original sin.
The arrow’s fight with time and space
Is a neverending race, a moment of now.
Resistant to the air, lost to the tumultuous tragedy –
Victim of the farce, the cruel comedy of life.
© 2019 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
I’m hanging on, I won’t let go
And give in to this weakness
I won’t let you have the power.
This enchantment is part of the spell
As natural as breathing to you.
But I’m lost if I dare to desire.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Day 16 – and while this is the poem I planned to share today, it chimes with how I’m feeling. A good reminder for me that it is a constant process of relearning lessons and moving forward; even if it is just one step at a time.