Inner Time

The passage of my inner time

is as footprints in the snow behind me.

I try not to revisit them,

or look back as new ones

blur their memory.

Fear of the unknown

and my need for clarity

put me on a path in tall trees,

who’s end would seem to be


And yet, the bits and pieces

gathered along the way

would weave themselves

into a whole with no more room

for divided love.

The fabric of my soul

would lead me through

the tall trees,

focusing only on those

footprints that lie ahead,

on the path of knowing

the choosing of my inner time –

and where it may lead me.

© 2012  DiAnne Ebejer


About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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2 Responses to Inner Time

  1. Wonderful! I love this poem, DiAnne. I love the fabric of your soul…


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