To
Mudita on February 26th, 2011
You were right.
You lost the key to your self regard,
you knew where to find the bend.
You knew the latitude which passes through,
but you were scared that you will not fend.
Find your way back; against the wind.
I took us there yesterday.
I know it was the bend where we dropped the key.
I am scrambling around the corners,
It keeps eluding me.
I know we were scared to be lost,
inspite of knowing the way.
Maybe we knew it a little too well.
I also know either way, I was lost;
For I was unable to anymore pretend.
I am not sulking in the corners,
I am still hard at work.
I promise to pick up and look forward,
for my trek will elude no curve.
I promise to keep looking,
I promise to find out.
Till we walk homeward
Till we wear our shroud.
I hope to find it earlier,
for we still have a long way to go.
I hope to unlock our insides;
Under the same big old oak,
Where the woodpecker's grown old.
Yet it refuses to stop pecking
and leave the tree alone.
Love
Me on March 4th, 2015
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