The route of life

The choices we make
Stem from who we really are
Destined to be
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What ifs

These questions that gnaw at me,

nibbling at the joy that life brings,

feeding me with cheesy excuses,

muddling doubts, impotent fears,

stealing glitter off golden moments,

when I should have been totally here,

not wondering on my own out there–

an exile behind my own prison walls.

What if this is what was meant for me

all along, complete with every crack,

every blemish that prizes the antique,

aspired by most but afforded to a few.

What if I had made an irrevocable error–

taking the bus and not boarding the train,

believing that life had to ride the highway

instead of pausing at each station en route?

What if there were no what ifs to choose–

where automation usurped my controls,

clipped my wings so that I could not fly?

Would I be the me that has reason to be?

What if I told you that this is exactly it?

I’m just where I need to be, here with you?

It’s in the the stars my love, in the stars!

Thank you to Marie from ComeFlywithme for the prompt to write this poem

Her time has come

Beyond beauty spas–

stepping out of silhouette,

at last her time has come–

To lead and nurture,

heal the war-torn damage

of our wounded past.

A world asunder

through outrageous blunder,

now calling for Peace.

Hear me when I say

now, at last her time has come.

Listen to her voice!

Even-tempered–

bringing calm to tame the winds

and turbulent seas.

A toss of coins–

gambling carelessly with lives,

has won her a place,

To sit among men

and hoist freedom’s fresh flag.

Her time has come!

Who will cast a stone

or seek splinters in her eye

without solution?

With eyes wide open–

cast your vote for Peace,

for her time has come!