☆°▪︎ BEYOND THE ENTRANCE (OF THE PASSING TENSE) ▪︎°☆

You

say

.

y

o

u

.

feel

.

s

o

.

alone,

.

.

a

l

l

.

.

along

.

t

h

a

t

.

road . . .

.

.

.

 ~ all

along

.

t

h

a

t

.

raw

.

a

n

d

.

rugged

road

.

t

o

.

the

unknown . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

it

will

.

a

l

l

.

soon

.

b

e

.

shown . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

begin

.

t

o

.

feel

.

m

o

r

e

.

like

home . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

will

.

a

l

l

.

begin

.

t

o

.

make

sense . . .

.

.

.

beyond

.

t

h

e

.

entrance

of

.

t

h

e

.

passing

tense . . .

.

.

.

f

o

r

now

.

m

y

.

friend . . .

.

.

.

 ~ for

now . . .

.

.

.

approaches

.

t

h

e

.

end . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

end,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

beginning,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

end . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

end,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

beginning,

.

.

o

f

.

.

the

end . . .

.

.

.

s

o

even

when

.

t

h

a

t

.

which

.

i

s

.

lost,

goes

where

.

i

t

.

might

go . . .

.

.

.

there

.

a

r

e

.

always

reasons

.

t

o

.

hold

on

.

t

o

.

hope . . .

.

.

.

 ~ there

.

a

r

e

.

always

reasons

.

t

o

.

glimmer

.

a

n

d

.

glow . . .

.

.

.

n

o

matter

what

.

i

s

.

lost,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

where

.

i

t

.

might

go . . .

.

.

.

s

o

always

know

.

t

h

e

.

fog

ahead

.

w

i

l

l

.

lift,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

someday

show

.

a

.

better

road . . .

.

.

.

 ~ it

.

w

i

l

l

.

someday

show

.

a

.

better,

brighter

road . . .

.

.

.

leading

.

t

o

.

poetic

.

places

.

unknown . . .

.

.

.

a

l

l

along

.

t

h

a

t

.

open

road . . .

.

.

.

 ~ all

along

.

t

h

a

t

.

open

road . . .

.

.

.

leading

.

t

o

.

poetic

places

.

y

o

u

.

never

dreamed

.

y

o

u

.

would

go.

Reflection: This was a inspirational/hope-themed poem I wrote back in June of 2020 where the affected party is having a difficult time seeing beyond a dismal present and past – not realizing that if he or she just continues down the road things will get better. I played the wonderful song “RIP” by Emily Haines in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.