Pit Stop

"Sometimes I wonder
Where I've been
who I am
Do I fit in?
Make believing,
this heart alone...
I am, on my own..."

Breathe, breathe, oh how much I need to breathe!
To run in flower fields, without any reservations...
Carefree...
Enjoying the silence, the nature around me...
simply enjoying me!

Oh, how much I need to breathe!
To ponder by the stream and watch the reflections of the sleepy sun
as he tucks away beyond the yonder hills of dawn...
Waiting for time to go by...
just being still and alone...
Dolce far niente!!!

The Climb

And so, my writing begins...

Dumbfounded, I find myself now, empty of words to say...

So, where does one begin, anyway?

Where has life taken me?

...Three years after that fateful day in September
when the crimson Autumn leaves
suddenly decided to fall straight on my face
like shooting stars that pinned me to the ground...
taking me, spiraling down--
into the deepest recesses of my infirmity...

...It has been one memorable sojourn
filled with sharp twists, unpredictable turns,
surprising detours, and climactic endings!

...Three years down the road,

I finally got to find

...me!

But my Climb has just began!

Dreams are still unfolding...

Recounting My First Steps

I dare not say that I have morphed fully. Partially, probably. But my quest for wholeness is unending. At the most, up to where my lifetime takes me...

After spinning furiously in a cocoon of silk, gently, slowly, rebuilding me for the three years that has gone by...I glimpse at the reflection of the butterfly that has become me...

My wings still need air to dry. It is not yet time to spread it out and flutter. No, I should not move in haste, lest they become tattered again.

So now, I wait. Tomorrow, my writing begins...