I stand here, in the wind-blown snow ... wondering. My thoughts are not of my worries... but of yours. You've held my hands through all my trials and tribulations. I was weak...and non-caring for others. I asked myself what have I done for you? I ponder the thought... nothing comes to mind. How selfish of me! to just take...and give nothing in return. For helping me, I give my heart-felt thanks. What have I done for myself to lift the burdens from my shoulders...of being weak and non-caring for others...you've asked me so many times? As I look inside myself for the answer, I cannot find one. The poem, "The Road Less Traveled" fits me. It suits me, as I have watched life pass me by without so much as a, "Wait for me... I'm coming too" mention. I AM MY OWN WORSE ENEMY. No need for self-indulgence, sulking or self-pity. I need to make a change, a new beginning. You've have shown me the way with your wisdom and thoughtful ways. Your true nature envelopes me...my guardian, my friend. I am stronger now, eager to live the life I want so dearly. My thoughts no longer wonder, and my days are filled with anticipation of what's yet to come.
Poem by Roz, Graphic by: Vintage Ladies Graphics.