Speaking To My Heart

As I sit in the cool of the evening. Enjoying the evening breeze, my mind races back through a thousand years. Yesterday I try to recall. Lost in the sands of time. Tracing things that could have been, should have been, would have been, but was not. Never will be. Now I must face the reality before me. I must speak to my heart, as a mother gently guiding her child. The truth must be told. She must understand he purpose here. In this journey, we cannot have everything we want. Sometimes we want in vain. We must except what is given us, and move forward. Sometimes it is painful for a heart to remain open. You are inviting many strangers to take up residence. Occupy space not intended for them. The time has come for you to look away, close your door for the winter season is approaching. Soon the skies will become cloudy and gray. A Chill will fill the air. The day becomes misty. Lock your door tightly now, toss the key into the bottom of the ocean. Wrap up in a warm cozy blanket of protection. Go to sleep, sleep well my baby. Spring will arrive soon.