at what point do my choices become completely inconsequential,
only giving me the illusion of personal responsibility and
POWER?
who is in charge here?
I am not sure that it is me.
a feather is found only for another to find the same kind of feather.
“fly together,” it whispers in the wind.
this is not coincidence.
every step that I have taken
eventually made absolute sense in the end.
purpose was found even when I did not understand
any piece of its beginning.
I am lingering in between a path
that I think that I am walking
and one that has already been walked for me.
some call it destiny.
if I take back one thing
or want to erase several that I may regret,
everything is affected.
everything changes.
this is no longer my life.
so, I wake up and say thank you
to whoever is listening.
love the ones in my heart
and breathe the air that is given to me,
with no plans
only mere suggestions.
lingering.
Another excellent poem. A very interesting subject matter. Are our choices really ours? :) I agree that the feathers were no coincidence. Could there be more to them? Could they also be a message from loved ones who are now gone? Maybe life is a mixture of choices and other outside influences.
All we can really do is accept the now, analyze the past, and plan for a future we want.
Hmmm this resonates deep. Your destined path is in deed lined with success… I can see it in your eyes and all throughout your words. I like feel this Denise.Actually I love it. It shows just a touch of vulnerability composed of a lot of soulful growing. I wish I could explain just how much of an inspiration you are! Great write miss ( btw, feels so good to be reading something of yours again :)
beautiful.