Sitting, Reading, writing, learning, working. <br />Trying to understand, purpose, direction. <br />The meaning behind…anything. <br />What is it to wonder? <br />What is it to be a friend? <br />What is it to love? <br /> <br />For all the education, formal and informal I think I have, <br />I have none. <br />No closer am I to understanding the world around me. <br />The big picture I wanted to see suddenly gone... Escaping me. <br />I can barely see the small tasks in front of me… <br /> <br />Trying, striving, crying, driving, looking to make the most of the single moment ahead. <br />Unable to. <br />The knowledge of the past clouding my mind, judgment false, <br />Like a fog rolling in on a harbor. <br />No lighthouse to keep me from the jagged rocks of my own mind. <br />Is it self-destruction, impending danger, doom? <br /> <br />The moment passes of uncertainty. <br />The fog begins to roll back out to the sea of doubt. <br />It is quiet now the storm has calmed, the moment is coming back into view. <br />With the moment comes the sun, the smile returns to my face as I move to embrace the now. <br />Just as I am seeing clearly and smiling to the wonderful moments that begets the next, <br />Suddenly I know the lost incurred to find them.<br /><br />Christopher Ridgeway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-lost-something-gained/
