Rambling Thoughts

Rambling Thoughts

I fill my days with empty moments.
Oh, at work I can be most productive.
But when I enter my humble domain,
I am but empty and feel so plain.
Like a blank piece of paper,
With no pen to place up on me,
To give me purpose,
For my lonely existence has never been clear,
What once held me back was nothing more than fear.

There are those that have many pens with awesome colors,
Their pages all filled to over flowing,
You can read them like an open book.
Some strokes are strong and others weak,
Their pages all filled so nice and neat.

Mine on the other hand is blank and bleak.
It makes me sad,
Searching for what I seek.

So on a journey I have traveled far and wide,
I now find myself on the other side.
With pens in hand I write upon my page,
No longer is it blank as one cast’s a gaze.
But instead placed upon them are strokes and such,
They are now mine to have and to touch.
They bring thoughts of purpose,
In this time of my life,
When I giggle and laugh without worry or strife.

So as my life turns, one page at a time,
You see that it doesn’t all have to rhythm.
There are twists and turns,
Both valley’s and peaks,
They are about the choices I have made,
And the things I choose to seek.

My future looks bright,
As I have now seen the light,
I wonder no more,
I know who I am.

Curious but puzzled,
I will continue my fight.
To love each day just a little bit more,
So that when my times over,
I will know for sure.

That in this life God gave to me,
He had a purpose as you might see,
For this little girl to have trust and faith,
And love for the Lord who will always keep her safe.

By: Dianne P.