Solitary Path

Solitary Path

I stood looking down a lonely solitary path,

One I’ve visited once alone without wrath.

I stood there questioning as I’d done before,

If the journey would be worth the tearful chore.

Previous treks into unveiled time that stands still,

Where whispers and ghosts would appear it was clear.

As they spoke it wasn’t anything I could hear,

Yet, within me words churned voices became sincere.

“Let things go you can’t change,” I’m told,

Things from yesterday, things extremely old.”

“But they’re part of me,” I replied to them,

For decades it's part of me all this that has been.”

I turned as they pointed at time’s window to lament,

“Can’t you see the past sometimes brings sorrow?

Mountains of memories, colored echoes ever present,

Brings tears, sadness, showing things unpleasant.”

“But there are things that meant a lot,

Crops, dog lots, and cinders trains brought.

Am I to toss all of this away as you’ve said,

Or hold it tightly in my soul until I’m dead?”

A silence in the mists between us said plenty,

As I looked at the kaleidoscope they handed me.

As I lifted the cylinder up to my bleeding eyes,

My mind wondered what mysteries were inside.

“Here’s what’s important, all that you need to know,

Those that you’ve loved, innocent moments that glow.

For to remain in the past is what we seek to do,

But today gives you all you need, that’s the clue.”

I didn’t walk down that path that I saw before me,

But turned from things I’m unable to continue to see.

It’s far better to create a new today and tomorrow,

Than to stand powerless experiencing the past’s sorrows.