I always thought I had it all worked out.
I had everything under control.
“I plan, focus and move forward; I am the master of my destiny.”
That’s what I thought.
Then life happened.
Arrested in mid-flight, I am.
I cannot move forward.
It is all spiralling out of control.
I don’t know why.
I barely understand how I got here.
Yet, here I am!
My world is falling apart.
My body and home are in distress.
I now realize how fragile I am.
I own nothing but the present moment.
It is scary.
It is glorious, as I live a moment at a time.
It hurts, for tomorrow might not be mine.