E. Joyce Moore's Page

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line

What we don't plan on

When contemplating the journey

Are the roadblocks that be you/me/us/we.

While we are hard pressed to believe it,

Sometimes the best way to move a mountain

Is to simply climb over it.

Yet here we are

Stranded in our respective ruts

As we stubbornly continue to walk in circles

around this vertical pinnacle

As though doing today what we did yesterday

Will somehow…

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line

What we don't plan on

When contemplating the journey

Are the roadblocks that be you/me/us/we.

While we are hard pressed to believe it,

Sometimes the best way to move a mountain

Is to simply climb over it.

Yet here we are

Stranded in our respective ruts

As we stubbornly continue to walk in circles

around this vertical pinnacle

As though doing today what we did yesterday

Will somehow…

In homage to Yvette Cade*



And here I stand.

Quiet whispers silenced

by the desire

to see you as my truth.

messages went unheeded

while I danced to your music.

Problems, warning signs ignored

because the you that I adored

remained my fantasy.

Staying because of what I wanted it to be

not because of what it is.

Embarrassed to admit I might be wrong

Stubbornly believing I could make wrong right

I chose to stay and…

It's a fine line to walk.

between the most fragile of lifedreams and reality.

The surest path to take

where the lines blur into one sure passage

is that along which pure truths are sought;

no longer bending what is real

to fit a self-made course

justifying the road chosen.

We can have the right dreams

on the wrong path.

or

the wrong dreams

on the right path.

The end result is the same.

Seeking…