It is what you make of it.
The images of mind.
It is the limits of your soul
In boundless space and time.
It is the darkness or the light.
The strangeness and the learning.
The opportunities you missed,
Distracted on the journey…
The hearts you healed, the hearts you broke.
The lightness and the weight.
The smaller beings you trample on,
Or who adorn your plate.
It is what you make of it,
The soul behind the laughter.
So bear in mind from time to time –
There is a sweet Hereafter.
Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Revised poem (excerpt). Complete version will appear in my new poetry book.