The Beauty of it

Wed, 08/05/2015 - 12:03 -- mekol18

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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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