Everybody we meet and everything we touch is by destiny. Then why does it happen that some experiences are so profound- that they shape us into who we are and become imprints?
Today my eyes open to the golden morning light,
With its softness, warming my heart as I turn sides.
Briefly glancing at the bedside picture, as I acknowledge wake of the day.
My anxiety taking over me that very moment, telling me it’s there to stay.
So I try and gather myself back up, taking steps every day.
But I know consciously that all my actions are to achieve a delay
Of acceptance, that you believe we will never be okay,
Of belief, that I can just not find a way.
And just as I reflect back, it seems
As if life moved forward while time stood still.
My steps are still trying to find a way,
To trace back the path, of your imprints.