I Don’t Know What Anything is For
I don’t know what anything is for,
many events have come a calling at my door.
I used to contemplate them with fear and dismay,
but over the years I’ve come to realize those experiences made me a better person today.
Change was required,
tears often flowed,
but somehow, I knew it would pass and off I’d go.
Im not alone in this as I once thought to be,
because I have many friends around me.
Life goes on and so do I,
living, loving, learning without the urge to cry.
I choose Life.
I choose Joy.
I don’t know what anything is for but one thing is for sure,
a different me has walked through that door.
I end this poem on a solid note.
Life is too precious to throw myself into a dark dreary moat.
I look towards the bright blue sky,
astride my horse, reins in hand and a huge smile.
About the author
Writing is my source of peace. I write short stories: memoirs, fiction, and on matters of the soul.
Writing could have been a career for me but I let it slip away. It’s never too late to start again. I hope you enjoy what you read here.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!