My First Writing in almost 2 years - New

There is a Time

There is a time
for being noisy and raucous,
for letting it all hang out…

…for screaming when the roller coaster
slings you at hurtling speeds down
the track of your life
as the wind blows your hair
in a million directions.

There is a time for being busy.
A time when you place
your mental effort
into the projects of your days
and play the responsible card
in your hand.
.
A time to grandly attack the needs
of others so that
you can take care of
the needs of yourself.

There is a time to let go
of the busy day…
to focus on the family side of life…
to laugh and to cry
and to try to figure out
what it is each of you are missing,
or forgotten that you had.

There is a time for all of this.

So why are we always out of time for any of it?

We are stressed;
tested to the point of frustration
because none of the pieces
that we are tying to juggle
will stay in the air anymore.

There is a time to swear.
To give up and to crawl
into a fetal ball
and make the world go away.

And there is a time to wake back up…
to remember the visions of your night;
the dream that came back to you
in your fetal sleep…
…your childlike innocence,
and remember again.

There is a time
to put your feet back on the floor,
look at the day anew,
and let the failure (that was no failure, really),
open your eyes to
perhaps a new way of looking
at the old ways that didn’t work,

and find a new way
of expressing a beautiful you.

BKBushman 8-30-2010