Though some years have passed
And some dreams have been deferred,
Nothing has been wasted.
Though you may feel unmoved,
Something has surely changed:
What your eyes can see,
Something in your internal sea.
You are no longer the same,
Except your name.
You are constantly changing:
You are being and becoming.
And change can be nauseating;
It can be very uncomfortable,
Or very intolerable.
Time and again,
You will climb a mountain
That will break you down,
But you will find a love fountain
That will heal your pain.
In the end, nothing will be wasted,
But you will have experienced:
You will have felt; you will have reasoned;
You will have learned; you will have unlearned;
You will have slept; you will have awakened
To restart your heart and your mind,
To give yourself a second chance,
Instead of a poisoned chalice,
To beat procrastination,
To avoid self-flagellation,
To glide over a spark of light,
And to nevermore stick in a rut.
Post-Birthday reflection. =)