I may have posted this in previous years, but as with re-reading a favorite novel or re-watching a favorite movie, poems are also enhanced by a re-visit. Not sure who to credit for these words, but thank you to whomever penned them. They are becoming my credo.
she wasn't where she had been
she wasn't where she was going....
but she was on her way.
And on her way
she enjoyed
food that wasn't fast,
friendships that held,
hearts glowing,
hearts breaking,
smiles that caught tears,
paths trudged and alleys skipped.
and on her way
she no longer looked for the answers,
but held close the two things
she knew for sure.
One, if a day carried strength in the morning,
peace in the evening,
and a little joy in between,
it was a good one.
And two,
you can live completely
without completely understanding.
I believe that the author is Jodi Hills. I've not read anything else of hers.
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