Sitting here

contemplate

not so clear

roles of late

sitting here

I am, I am,

pondering

reflecting

weighing pros

and also cons

making sure

I don’t lose sight

of simple basic principles,

As I think of this tonight

I ask for some guiding light

and grace to finally see

make sure I never

 ever ever

lose sight of things that matter.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/21

This was originally written for a prompt 51 at Pooky Poetry on Loss of Sense but I misunderstood obviously, yet decided to post it anyway.