be-hind and be-fore
the present is sandwiched
be-tween
with me
and i can see both scenes
slipping yet solid
crying
i don’t budge
from this place
i grasp at my be-s
they balance me so i can step
confident
along my mountain
only a pebble at the rise
yet great, because i have grown
to notice the difference
i’d rather be here
now
not back where i could not see
nor ahead where i cannot be
steady
but always, i am stepping up
to who i will be-come
Love it! A great poem for those of us in the middle of life, I think, though maybe I'm just thinking that cause it's a great poem for me. :D
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