I have dreamed the impossible, and it is happening.
So why am I angry with life’s longed-for turns?
Forgiving myself though I dropped the baton.
Can’t immortality come in many subtle guises?
Postponing my fix, despite the longing.
Will I find salvation in self-abnegation?
Interrogating my own mind with ceaseless questions.
What exactly are my life’s wishes?
The yin-yang of my adventures and fears –
What will these reveal about me; and to whom?
Clutching my new realities, despite the dread –
Does this herald my second wish come true?
Photo credit: “Cloud” by Dianne Thomas.
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