Metamorphosis

I use to do a lot of writing. Some of it happy and some of it depressing, all of it very therapeutic. Lately I have been lacking inspiration. Perhaps one of the main reasons for this is because I have not been spending enough time in nature as I once did. And that in itself is actually very silly since I live surrounded by nature. I just can't seem to find the time to even do something as simple as laying out under the stars at night, gazing. I use to write a lot of poetry. It is very rare that I ever share this as a lot of the poems I do write are of a very personal nature and to share them would to be share a very private part of my soul. I was reading my poems earlier today to try and gain some inspiration and remember why it is I write. Apparently I do my best writing when I am either really upset or really happy and it is reflected in what I write. I wish I could write "good" prose and poetry when I am in a neutral mood since this is my normal mind set. There is one poem that I do want to share now that I wrote a couple years ago. I have not found a good title for it yet. Maybe someone who reads it can help me with this.

In the desert of our yesteryears
Buried in the sands of our past
Lay the tears of our disappointments
Rest the fears and doubts not cast
Slumber the joys of our accomplishments
Doze the wishes and hopes actualized

In the ocean of our tomorrow
Unknown are the vast waters of yet to be
Wondering what pain and sorrow it may bring
Fearing and doubting for we cannot see
Dreaming of a blissful future
Wanting and needing it to be corporeal

In the light of our today
Burns the fuel for our fire
We live our moments and are present
Actualizing our dread and desire
Knowing and feeling each action we take
Will affect who we are and acquire

With the breath that moves through us
The air that allows us to live and be
Inhale the love and triumphs of past and present
Carry them with you on your journey out to sea
Blow the hurts and sorrows into hourglasses of lessons learned
Not forgotten but cherished, metamorphosize and be free

julia sherred