whispersandteardrops

It's the dismal beat of a familiar tune. One I have come to know too soon Those silvery notes are one I know The phantom song I thought was dead cast down the pit of years, Still rings out clearly in my head I hear the voice and its strange to me I am tempted to know if it really could be  Delusion is a feast I do not need For I cannot go there again  The spirit of life is divine to me.  I have yet to finish and claim my name I know not if you are friend or foe Your voice is alien yet you will not go. And though you poured to me your all, still, I cannot pull you from your brink. Yet, nor can I in good conscience Stand idly by and watch you sink. I fear my intuition, my mind's delay  I have often been led to walk  astray I am uneasy with those silvery tones That evoke feelings new and  strong. I cannot  follow this novel path The way to forever is way too long. photo: Pixabay - Pexels

The time to look ahead is now.  Procrastinating will only lead to a lifetime of regrets and unfulfilled dreams. I have come to realise that obstacles and trials are life's little tests. If we push them aside and persevere eventually we begin to develop mental capacity to withstand the greatest of these tests. If we crumble and give up, we become defined by defeat and ultimately begin to internalise and live by its rules. Success is a story we write ourselves. Sometimes the answers are not clearly revealed or sometimes we need the guidance of someone with greater insight than ourselves to draw it out. Whatever your motivation in life try to discover it and when you do take hold with both hands and not let go until you have managed to raise yourself up that one level. After that the rest is easy. Surround yourself with positive people and become buoyed up with positive vibes. Negativity will only bring you down and make you bitter. Simple rules to get started Eat ...

  The essence of this poem comes from one of those moments of introspection where you have that really big soul searching moment.While it does not necessarily reflect on any particular circumstances, nor is it a poem of regrets, it does allow for overall reflection on how life can be altered or affected by  small instances or decisions. The beginning of a new day seems so like the end of a lifetime. I have lived a thousand lifetimes in only a few years. Time speeds by and in its wake a pile of unlived dreams and longings The very essence of my being is filled with the regrets of a life unlived. Of ventures undiscovered, songs unsung and dreams, dreams waiting to come alive. In my bag is all the evidence of dreams, some reality but mostly dreams... The last of the wine is gone, the fragrance still lingering on my breath I am dreaming but I am wide awake, The pain is too great and I reach for the breath of the wind passing through the trees The memories are yet unmade ...