Looking back

 

I spent so long looking behind me

at where I was,

I never saw what lay ahead,

or how the walk

was changing my stride,

I didn’t see that

who I was trying to be

had long ago died,

that there was someone else

blooming inside.

A flower ready to sway,

or the wind that blows

the cobwebs away.

 

I looked so long

at where I’d been,

what I’d done, who I’d been,

what went wrong,

that I didn’t hear the song

those birds were singing

so loud,

and yet I was stuck

on a different beachside,

watching another tide,

when the only one that was right,

was already there by my side.

 

I had my eyes closed.

 

I was sleepwalking in a daze

unaware that the glare was from within,

not from the world I was escaping.

I had so much in front of me.

so much to be thankful for,

so much love that if I let it hold my core

I’d melt into a puddle on the floor.

Happy in the knowledge

that I had been on the right road all along.