Around the bend

Then I stopped, just past the bend. while walking on the road of love.
 Anger blew, over uncertainty rain down, and I stopped pondering over this feeling of pain.
On the ground love was gravity presenting choices of life and death.
Under pressure, I stopped standing in the middle of the road
Feeling power over my choice to stop, I stand in the middle of the road.

Patiently I wait...trees rustling the wind blows nostaligia smells of

ripe peaches, fragrant magenta roses and tart homemade orange ice cream
well water, fresh clipped grass and worn old books
sounds of youthful laughter, soulful melodies on a organ, urgent whispers are carried by the wind
time patiently seems to stand still knowing my choice

Feeling a pull I look into the past. But time clouds my eye, I can't see over the hill.
I turn to allow the current to pull me into the past, revenge wants to investigate
I push desperately against an unseen door willing my mind to squeeze past time.
The ever busy truth of time rolls me over into the present,
The suns shines love constant whisper:
-just cherish your memories, build on the mistakes.

I reply, I hear their pain,
-cherish your memories, build on the mistakes.
I wasn't there in the struggle
cherish your memories, build on the mistakes.  -sankofa the victories.

Reluctantly, I turn forward, I can not see over the bend. Legacy has cleared my cloudy eye and hope tugs me forward.
Life beeps its horns and I move out from the middle of the road... guess I will press forward.
I move with what's left of my power, no sense trying to right  the past it has already left.

Then I stop stopping and walk on in love and truth.