The other day I was looking through old pictures with my sister. It was fun to reminisce and see all these moments from my life captured on film. So I decided to post a poem that I wrote several years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
February 2, 2012
Life’s Gait
I used to take riding lessons
in the dust of a parched Texas summer.
The steady beat and swift breeze
kept me circling the worn path.
Click of the tongue,
nudge to the stomach,
tug on the reigns,
up and down with the motion.
Sometimes we canter quickly,
sometimes we walk slow,
but always we must move.
We cannot stop the flow
round the earth,
round the sun,
the motion of time,
since life first begun.
We like to think
we have control,
that our choices determine
where we will go.
Then in the air, all
power stripped away
hit the hard ground
wondering what went wrong
Did I lose control
or ever even have it?
Legs shake as I rose, to face
my choice.
Do I sit out on life?
Or jump back in?
It will keep moving,
whatever my decision.
I could fall again,
and break more than my pride.
But is security worth the price,
of losing out on life?
I climbed back on,
determined to keep in mind
that despite my lack of control,
life is still a fun ride.
NovelSisters 
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