Again, I am spotted at my windowsill–

Feet dangling in the damp, summer air,

With my gaze locked on the horizon.

“What had I imagined all the years before”?

The thought circles around in my mind

while the light rain trickles in

and the steam of my coffee trickles out—

I take a sip.

I’ve struggled for some time–

…for better,

…for brighter,

…for more,

but never at the cost of self-respect;

Which has increased in difficulty over time

as the line separating pride and self-respect

often blurs.

Sometimes, I find myself wondering

If I continue down a certain road,

because it is truly right,

Or simply because I refuse to quit.

But I’m never really on a road…

I’m off the beaten path—

In the unknown, the untouched,

Just the way I wanted it.

But instead of that answering

The questions I had then,

It’s creating the questions

I have now.

Another tribute to the circle of life—

Proving uncertainty is the consistency,

And movement is mandatory.

So I move forward,

Realizing I may never know

If each step I take is as calculated as

I like to think, or if it’s the collateral

ripples in life forcing my foot.

I move forward,

Realizing I may never finish turning

My rags into riches, or my riches into rags,

But I’ll always know that’s not measured by money.

I hope everyone else does.