I hope you all enjoy this poem…I am still practicing the balance of discipline and inspiration.  Tonight as I went to write in my blog and express something entirely different, all I felt was inspiration, so here it is below.  I’ll work on discipline, God willing, in the morning.

The Window I Don’t Know

How can someone’s eyes say so much ,

when nothing is said at all?

How can we want something so much,

when we’ve really known so little, so long?

 

Do we learn?

Do we grow?

Do we limit ourselves to the same?

Do we change our path?

A millimeter shift,

that starts a chain reaction of fire

we don’t know that we can contain?

 

Do we fight for what we want now?

Do we work for what we want later?

Because now I’m missing moments,

and later is just a chance game.

 

I see opportunities already missed.

I look forward to things that may never be.

I fight daily battles of ugly and beautiful,

seldom admitted, insecurity.

 

I look up to the sky.

I bow my head to pray.

All I see are those eyes,

with nothing and everything to say…