I Found Myself . . .

. . . between two places.
Two people.
Past,
Future.
The past written,
photographed
and cataloged,
in annoyingly descriptive details.
Details I look upon
with disgust, distrust & indifference.
Details should be lost in the past,
forgiven & forgotten.
Details to learn from
that I might grow.

That second place,
second person,
new direction
in my future,
I see great things
arising from ashes
of the past.
I saw myself
enlightened,
strengthened
good, powerful & right.
seeing the present from the future,
the wisdom I saw in those eyes
told me . . .

. . . I would never fear love,
nor life,
nor adventure.
nor challenge,
I would find
myself
in ways & places
never dreamt of.

I realized;
ashes of the past
are not the ruins of dreams,
they are foundations of destiny.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 1999
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