Another Time and Place
In another time and place, another world…
I could remain a “constant”…
Instead I move at a quick pace,
At lightening speeds I attempt to run…
A runner I have been, a runner I have become.
Somewhere in this universe…
Perhaps there is another “me”.
One of confidence, of trust,
Full of glorious love.
One not lacking in stability.
Maybe in some dimension in space,
I realize that who I am, in the here and now,
Is who I am to be, with head held high…
Moving forward in growth, growing in life.
In this space: yesterday, today, tomorrow, I embrace.
© bipolarmuse 2012