Stroll Poem by Judy Jones

With each new dawning day
we grow a little wiser
but I am starting to think
we are just growing a little older

We test our limits
but we know our boundaries
We are just too stubborn
to settle on our own abilities

Yet here you are
Choosing to settle
and bound yourself on your fears
Maybe I would try to tell you this
but I know you would not understand
I realize your realm is somewhere
far outside mine
But somehow our longing hearts found each other
and connected in whichever way we could find
and now this entangled mess
is stretching me beyond my capacity
My muscle ache
from trying to cling on

There is no strength in me
Yet I feel relieved
Quite different this time
I no longer feel Hope at my side
I never liked her presence anyway
She seemed so fake

A new beginning
Oh, I know what I would once do
Try again,
start a new
A new route, new discoveries
God, I love those inspirational strolls
Oh, how they feed my soul

But now
my joints hurt, my energy diminshing
But then I catch Hope
From the corner of my eye
Oh, yes she is good at surprises
isn't she?

But I can not force you to converse
In fact, you probably don't even notice me, do you?
I can dance around, in my finest
and you would not even notice
I can dance around this whole world
to the rhythm of my soul
Invisible to everyone
So I am sure it would be of no bother
If I just blur away on another stroll
As I am just trying to find my own rhythm

(2/7/09)