Why was I so shy
Why was I so scared
Why was I not brave in time
Why was I so fearful of this world
Why did I fear losing before even I could find
Why did I fear to dirty my legs
And then tried to be brave when it was too late
Why time lost never comes back
Sometimes I wake up with such why's
Whose answers seem nothing but sighs
But then......
I realise.....
I still have a chance
To be bold , to be brave
While there is still time
Facing fears would better be
than owning my cowardice
To tread the unpleasant path
And face with courage the mirror that reflects
Then would I perceive
that the seasons change
All is beautiful enough
And .... I don't need to ask 'Why?
Written for Friday Writings #99: Why???
I love the clarity with which you list those large questions – and the beautiful resolution you found for them.
ReplyDeleteInteresting abstraction.
ReplyDelete"And face with courage the mirror that reflects -" Surely the best way to recognise answers to an aver present 'Why?'. I enjoyed this apparent conversation with yourself, leading to such an answer. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou are right, some things we just shouldn't ask, others we are worse off since
ReplyDeletewe know why, and more of the like of these various variations. Who knows?
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Your poetry is perfection. Asked and answered with such flair, depth of emotion, meaning.
ReplyDeleteOh absolutely, confronting our fears is the way forward... it is only when we start questioning ourselves like you have, so deeply, that we get the impetus to move.
ReplyDeleteI'm learning that too!
ReplyDeletePerhaps looking back, we all could have done more, been more in our minds. But every day is to start fresh.
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