At The Brink Of Poem by Anita Atina

Sometimes I feel at the brink of
Finding my life’s calling
As if, revelation waits
In all its resplendent glory
Just round the corner

When I do get there, almost stumbling
Over a smelly garbage dump
Maybe its just life telling me
Wrong turn! Stop!
This is not your way

On some days, incredible journeys unfold
To faraway lands, whose people show
Spirits of old live forever more
For the songs of their heart
Aren’t subdued by the tongue

On some days though, darkness prevails
Rough lessons ensue, on the light’s travails
For every day, of beauty and song
There are countless more, lost in a dark throng
So a little more I learn, of life’s bittersweet song

Walking and watching
Waiting at the brink
To know why my spirit,
Was given a soul this lifetime
And one day, I hope, I will divine!