Expectations (A Poem)

This was written in 2015, when I was struggling with relapses and trying to overcome my stinking thinking, as they say in the program.

A fellow blogger prompted me to look back at my poetry and I remembered this one, so I decided to share it. Mainly because my life is so different now, and this is a good reminder to me. To be present. – And the photo is the sky earlier tonight!


Oh endless anticipation…
I dream of what’s to come!
I miss entire symphonies…
while beating my own drum.
The road beyond entices me…
I’m focused miles ahead.
Forever running to get there…
trampling flowers under tread.
I dreamed the world was perfect.
Expectations never cease.
The thing that I am lacking is…
a sense of inner peace.
I miss my grandson calling me…
neglect to see his tears.
Selfish thoughts consume me as…
I ponder my own fears.
It’s tragic to be in my head…
that keeps me locked away.
Worrying of tomorrow…
or what happened yesterday.
I’d change the way I see things…
If only I knew how…
to conquer the big secret…
…of living in the now.
♥♥♥


That’s all for now. It feels really good to read this, and know that I think nothing like I used to. I don’t anticipate too much, expect too much, or stay trapped in my head too much anymore. I have peace.
Praise God for that!