Both a blessing and a curse
these lives we lead…
knowing rules are not meant
to be broken, only bent as
unintended forces apply
just enough heat
to make them
pliable
And as we journey
across time and
space and experiences,
it becomes inevitable, this drive
to pause and reflect, knowing
the next rest stop may
forever be out of
reach
Such is time, marked along
an endless highway as
memory traces headlights
growing dim on the distant horizon
and even chatter on the radio
becomes noise, an annoyance
both a little messy and
dull
It is too easy to fall into exulansis,
too convenient to give up on
connections we have made or
promised to make each moment
we step outside ourselves
and risk a smile or a helping hand
to another following his own
path
Perhaps the curse lives in fear or
maybe this fear itself is the blessing
if it becomes courage
if it leads to communication
if it bends those rules long enough
to foster interaction
This, I think, defines
community
photo: Pixabay
prompts:#WrittenRiver, #SeptemberFalls18, Lyric Ideas