#chauffeur
I knew my destination
and it incited me to drive.
I took upon myself
to steer onto the route,
on which my life would thrive.
I began dodging obstacles confidently
to move ahead in a hurry.
The path turned rough and craggy
and driving on it soon became tough.
It narrowed without a warning
eventually leading to a cul de sac.
My patience fell prey to the delay
and my confidence started to wane away.
I began to frustrate and tire,
on seeing my plans go haywire.
Worrying over the future,
I accumulated only stress and fear.
I prayed to the Almighty
and then moved to the rear.
I let Him become my chauffeur
and pull me out of this mire.
I have since entrusted Him,
to lead me onto my destination
by whichever way, He desires.
I now sit and enjoy the ride,
as a back seat passenger.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
I AM,
a chauffeur for words and poems
that expand on page.
My poetic license never expires.
My road is heart of a divine journey
that echoes as inks gas moves.
Sometimes my words crash upon page to release pain.
Other times they glide like a bird in flight.
I AM,
a creator inside the matrex of self
scribing upon road of words,
that expands consciousness.
My gifts I share with grace,
to offer blessings.
Sometimes they vibrate at a red light
to make one pause to ponder.
Other times they drift, as if in cruse control under creative rays.
I AM,
a driver of my own destiny,
as poems I create
inside the gift of day.
Inside a moment where my vehicle is sacred
and peace is mine.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC