New Day

As I lie in bed and stare out into the early Autumn’s morning tears I reflect on my life —

the small dwindling family still left behind missing, but not yet wishing, to join those gone before —

the fragments of fulfilled wishes and dreams —

and the ones cast aside in the wake of marriage and children

I lie in this bed and wonder:  Is it too late to renew this dormant quest?

As I struggle for my answer and fight to silence my fears the mist clears, the sun smiles at me

And I decide…

About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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