Wayward Soul

I have been climbing along
this sodden pathway at night,
empty and void of all light -
weak earth believed to be strong.

Miles to go and behind,
Miles that stretch like a stream,
Widened by floods of a dream
Lengthened by tears that remind.

Render the person inside,
an image that no one sees:
steel-hearted delicacy
stalwart beauty and bride.

Etched on a wayward soul
the time to begin has come
and after the rain, there's sun;
then, paid in full is your toll.

Another Round

It's been months since I've been on here, and when I left, I wasn't sure if I'd be back. Just goes to show, you never know what life has in store. I realized that I still love to write, and I haven't done a whole lot in the last few months, so, maybe it's time to return to this little blog here to 1) sharpen my skills, 2) have an outlet for all the things I'd like to say, 3) continue with a hobby I enjoy or 4) make a complete arse of myself in the process.

I watched Julie and Julia this weekend, and while, in no way, do I compare my meager offerings to the what Julie Powell accomplished with her blog project, I understand every bit of the frustration she must have felt before and during. My blog isn't a project with any goal, deadline or theme, but it would be nice to be able to shape it into something. Anyway, in my last post, I aired some of my grievances, and I apologize if I offended anyone. Still, they were said in honesty; so, as long as we understand each other, we can be friends.

So...why now? After all this time, why today?
My response: why not?

I just felt like writing, that's all. Sometimes, that's all the reason I need.