I watch them ride
memories of my failures–
wonder if I tried
or all were vaunted blunders.
–
Too long I’ve been afield,
at war with thought, the world–
from this madness I have tried to shield
and so into the madness, they’ve unfurled.
The Waking Den
A Home to Creativity.
The Waking Den 
interesting thoughts…watch them ride..from a kind of being passive it turns into getting active
i like that switch..that process
oh the sins of the father…
poignant
Deep words expressing deeper feelings and thoughts.. well composed..!!
I wanted to say, thank you so very much for your previous participation at Jingle Poetry potluck.
Your entry adds light and love to our community; we would love to have you this coming Monday,
Any poem is welcome.
Keep shining,
You Are The Best!
xoxox
very true words. our suppressed self will sooner or later rebel and break free, so we should better not chain him down.
beautifully written.