we might set out each time with a specific place in our minds only one destination and one ideal route but i can't remember the last time we managed to complete one of these journeys without detouring stopping somewhere briefly to explore what we otherwise might have missed
although sometimes forced on us through circumstance or on others chosen for the sake of passing whimsy we will always be happy going out of our way finding something to marvel at to appreciate and be remembered along the way
We can get accustomed to being too familiar with the familiar paths in life under the mesmerizing mood of moonlight starlight or streetlight and wind-up taking unwitting detours off these familiar paths in the light of day and lose our way.
Have a goal, they taught, So, I set out but faced roadblocks. Keep trying, they said, So, I didn’t give in and embraced the setbacks. Sometimes, stalling, enduring the detour, Brought me more life than just paychecks.
I am amazed but I know not why (knowing me) how hurt closes me off sews me up amputates my heart from people I’ve loved.
It seems I cannot get by the rage she vomited on me what she called me her shocking condemnations.
Rage cuts deep wounds heal slow if at all.
Then I find out how she felt hurt and betrayed when I changed and detoured because someone betrayed me.
But I am glad for those detours where I discovered other worlds and became more than I was.
I am amazed but I know not why (knowing me) how hurt can remake and occasion my transformation, how the bad can become the good If I am patient enough and work hard enough to find or make cracks in that wall.
