Life is not a straight line

 When the road bends out of sight, that’s the proof I’m going deep and far, I’m running —steadfastly. In the curve I’m learning to ride.

I used to draw my days in pencil, 

Quiet and neat,
One right turn after another, 

like a pattern you can repeat.
But the road kept changing colors,

 when the summer turned to gray,
And every “almost” taught me what-

I really couldn’t say.

No, I won’t pretend it’s simple,
When the struggle has -

its own complex theme—
Still I’m learning how to listen,
To the version of the story I haven’t known.

Life is not a straight line,
It’s an iterative cycle of trying,
It’s a storm and then a sunrise,
It’s the climb that comes with crying.
If I miss a turn, I’m not lost—
I’m just rerouting through-

 the color of landscape.
Every turning point need a compass now,
Every change brings a little better to-

advance the world.

I’ve walked through full seasons,

where the answers haven’t come,
Where the land of my kind inspire me to -move forward ,

and my mind felt open wide and deep,
I observe some things I thought were anchors,

watched them drift away, somewhere,
But I found new roots inside me,

growing stronger with -

the time passing through.

And the plans I held so tightly
Were just guesses I made in time—
Now I let the wind remind me,
I can change and still be myself

Life is not a straight line,
It’s a step to step of trying,
It’s a storm and then a sunrise,
It’s the climb that comes with crying.
If I miss a turn, I’m not lost—
I’m just rerouting through -

the world of influence,
Every scar a little compass now,
Every change a little betterment.

So turn the page, 

not the entire book,
Take the lesson,

leave the past behind of us.
Walk with value through the detours—
This is how my gut understands -

my true self.
And if tomorrow’s heavy,
We can carry it all together—
Step by step, not perfect—but
We’re still getting closer to -

the better realm.

Life is not a straight line,
It’s a thousand ways of moving around,
Not the end of every chapter—
Just the page where change is thriving.
When the road bends out of sight,
That’s the proof I’m going far and deep.
I’m changing —steadfastly —
In the curve I’m learning to ride.

Yeah, life is not a straight line…
But a cursive path we can continue to-

learn and grow.

Posted in: Poems