Yours. Not Theirs.

A path, freshly cut.
Far from the tourists,
yet worth the walking.
Worth the time spent
to get here, and then
walk to the sea on the other side.

Worth the time
because it is yours,
not theirs. Your choice
to be here, for as long
as your soul requires.
Important, partially
because your soul needs the peace.
and partially
because your soul needs the reminder
that the power of time
is yours. Not theirs.

About this poem

I have let life get too busy, and am slowly doing the things I need to do to reclaim it. People/groups/the world will gobble our life away if we let it, with no regrets, and toss us to the dung heap when we are used up. You/I/We are worth more than that.

Remember.

Also a poem about vacation. Poetry is never about one thing.

Tom