Bumping Into Life
Challenged but not hopeless;
does not that describe us all
as we run rampant through this life
until we trip and fall
amongst the briar, thistle, thorn
where our inner fabric torn,
leaves us hurting; scuffed and worn
until time heals the wound.
We live again with knowledge stored
till comes the next event
it shakes us for a certain time
might even leave a dent
but if we learn from each new burn
admission is well spent.
External and internal scars
have always been my guide;
once baby smooth with clear, fresh mind
now marked with milestones on my hide,
a sieve that sorts all that I find
to challenge me each day
and there along my rugged path
I hope to make my way.