Paths to Glory

There are times when I just sit back and think, Of a time far behind; the past I see, Regrets and memories lean precariously, Circle in a line, sadness on its heels. The mind buried in thought of the future, Myriad cares of the world; the present, Hope and happiness abound in me, Circle in a line, thoughts pleasant. Cares and worries weigh on my soul, Where do I go? Where do I hide? There is no place to find solace, Circle in a line, I have to lose that pride! The wondrous touch of friendship, Luminous anchor of joy and hope, There is a place for that face grim, Circle in a line, the time to cope. The beautiful drops of pearls, On tendrils, leaves, buds and flowers, The beautiful morning, the soft rays of dawn, Circle in a line, choicest blessing showered. I wonder of the times I think too much, Of what will happen; the future may not be kind, I am sure now that my overthinking mind, Just wants it to be a Circle in a Line. x

'Let me think', screams my mind, Confused at the epiphany I just had. 'Just let go' beats my heart, I am confused, I am going mad. Thinking about life, fickle existence, Smiles, tears, worries aplenty, Holding close my heart, my mind, Trudging the eventful monotony. Comfort in soul, silence disconcerting, The tongue set free, the mind racing, A beautiful life, filled with sorrow, Thoughts abound, breath pacing. The confidant thinks of the weariness of relationships and credence, Doubtful trust, conviction dusted off A voice familiar trails , Could I be trusted? Hurtful dialogue, immense pain, The heart numb, the mind bleak, The soul cringes, my being shrinks, One word, all havoc wreacked. Tongue tied, shoulders drooped, I sink into the darkness within. Trying to win over thoughts melancholy, I gently breathe in.