The Beauty of it
With the promise of each day
comes the promise to begin anew.
Like a tree awakening from winter slumber,
I arise each morning and stretch my branches
toward the seemingly infinite sky,
hopes budding and future blooming.
I am the captain of my ship Destiny
and no harbor is my home.
At each port, I acquire something new
to carry with me on my endless journey,
artifacts of where I’ve been
to help me better see where I’m going .
My future sits hazy on the horizon,
a line blurred between torment and inspiration.
Like a seasoned baseball player up to bat,
I know I am prepared, but I am still nervous.
Life is full of curveballs, but the beauty of it is:
If I keep swinging, I know I’ll hit one out of the park.